Given Pope Joan is just around the corner, it’s an absolute travesty that we’ve never been until now. Cue the two of us on a rainy Sunday morning deciding we couldn’t possibly spend another hour in bed showing each other youtube videos from kids shows in the 90s, we simply had to get out.
I love meeting up with my Mum and Auntie in the city for lunch whenever those two peas in a pod invite me along (they know I’m always up for a long lunch!) and this lunch was no different, I was happy and excited because it was my Birthday (oh how quickly that came around!) (excuse the blurry photo taken in my excitement/haste)
They wanted to opt for somewhere close to Parliament Station (not realising the entrances to Parliament Station spread from one end of Spring to the other) so we met up at 65 Degrees for a highly anticipated baguette.
How often is it that food makes you weep? … No? Just me?
It was a Sunday morning when I said I would cook eggs on toast and be done with it, but the thought of foraging for the ingredients and going out to buy fresh bread – let alone the cook up – was like adding a jackhammer to the pounding in my brain. Good times were had with my boyfriend’s youngest sister turning 18 – but I think I’m going to stick with adult drinks from now on. Like coffee. That was an absolute godsend and up there with one of the better breakfast cups of Joe that I have had recently.
I can’t help thinking when we’ve scooted down the alleyway at the bottom of Monaco House that this would be a pretty good secret spot for a bit of a liaison of sorts. I just love that word.
My lunching partner C and I figured this was definitely worth a try – not too far to walk from work at lunchtime (ah, this lunch hour is closely guarded!) and with the enticement of a good coffee to finish (or finish me off, as it were). I definitely appreciate a good hidden gem, so I’m always up for a treasure hunt down some of Melbourne’s laneways.
Isn’t it just the way that I don’t visit these cool Prahran places until I’ve moved? So typical.
After a serious morning of exercise, we decided to give Hobba a go for breakfast. I was around 6(?) months or so ago when they first started up and I felt like it was going to be one of those hip industrial fit-outs with a cool barista and far too much attitude with the coffee. What I got was actually a pleasant surprise.
Of course, with a place this good, you’re going to have to wait. If you’re not prepared to wait, you’re going to have a bad time. For three of us, our wait was only 15 mintues, which is completely do-able with a few shops around. I mean, it’s Sunday morning after all. Though apparently walking off during this time, even though you’ve put your name down, means you’re not coming back. Burn. We had to wait another 5 minutes. C’est la vie.
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