217 Carlisle St, Balaclava
Going out for breakfast is one of those luxurious things I can only afford when life is not spinning out of control, when Monday does not bump into Friday and a briefing session in March does not turn into the morning meeting in July.
I stretch my hand out to get the coffee. Slowly the aroma feels me with such happiness. Life is best lived in adagio.
Carlisle Street in recent years has managed to pick up the vibe from it's neighbors along St Kilda beach and produce a whole bunch of places where either breakfast, lunch or dinner is a treat. Where you will want to take your time and savor the food. We are at the Grindhouse. Small courtyard covered with grapevines. We had corn and herb pancakes, beetroot and lime cured salmon with avocado. Spanish scrambled eggs with chorizo. And coffee. Aroma still lingers in my mind.
Breakfast in adagio must smell like coffee.
Going out for breakfast is one of those luxurious things I can only afford when life is not spinning out of control, when Monday does not bump into Friday and a briefing session in March does not turn into the morning meeting in July.
I stretch my hand out to get the coffee. Slowly the aroma feels me with such happiness. Life is best lived in adagio.
Carlisle Street in recent years has managed to pick up the vibe from it's neighbors along St Kilda beach and produce a whole bunch of places where either breakfast, lunch or dinner is a treat. Where you will want to take your time and savor the food. We are at the Grindhouse. Small courtyard covered with grapevines. We had corn and herb pancakes, beetroot and lime cured salmon with avocado. Spanish scrambled eggs with chorizo. And coffee. Aroma still lingers in my mind.
Breakfast in adagio must smell like coffee.
