New Lots suffered the predicament of being so close to my home that I did not feel the hurry to visit it.
But one day, I finally took a 20 minute stroll… down the parklands, along the light rail. Surprised by it’s humble, isolated location and bright but cosy feel. That’s where I caught up with Lauren for brunch.
Talk about an unexpectedly photogenic café…
It’s meant to have a Brooklyn, New-Yorkian character. But I am not so schooled in these cultural markers and can only just say I liked the feel I got brunching there. It’s a smaller scale operation but done well.
Flat white 3.5 (by Coffee Supreme)
Soy piccolo 4.0
This is the second time in recent months where I’ve tasted a good cup of coffee from Coffee Supreme, the first being at Le Petit Prince. There was a freshness and aromatic zest in the crema and the coffee just tasted delicious, although I thought they could afford to invest in a set of piccolo cups.
The (possibly controversial) fact that neither Bonsoy nor ProCal were used made no difference, the cup remained good.
It’s a good thing. I used to avoid ordering coffees at cafés using Coffee Supreme because the coffees generally come out lifeless and almost undrinkable. But maybe this year the roastery has improved their blend, or I have been visiting places with good baristas.
Eggs Brooklyn 11.0
fried egg, avocado, salsa, mayo and chipotle sauce
Food was a little slow to arrive, but when it did, it was good! I wanted something simple and light that morning and this dish satisfied that need completely. The salsa was very nicely balanced and I loved the chipotle sauce.
The serving size was sensible too, with a commensurately smaller price tag. Good for those of us who don’t want super-sized brunch dishes for your morning feed.
Slow roasted lamb shoulder w kasundi mayo and relish in a ciabatta roll 9.0
Lauren’s slow cooked lamb ciabatta also tasted lovely, I stole one bite. Beautiful balancing of flavours, and again, nice price tag.
The savouries we had here illustrates how a café’s menu doesn’t have to be big, it just has to be sensible.
Portuguese egg tart 3.5ea
We grabbed these tarts from the sweets counter. Sadly, they were nothing like what I had in Macau. They were served cold and hence had a hard, waxy-sticky pastry. I also thought the custard was too sweet and not eggy enough, although Lauren seemed to like the custard. She agreed that they could’ve at least been served at room temperature.
Aside for the tarts, I liked everything else about this cafe. I’m quite likely to make that pleasant stroll again and come back. And one good thing is, it currently isn’t crazy busy on weekends.