Big Brekky

336 Stanmore Road, Petersham
Wednesday-Friday, 8:30am-3pm; Saturday, 9am-3pm; Sunday, 9am-2pm

Honestly, the innocence and playfulness of childhood still resides a little in all of us. Just ask Peter Combe. Simple concepts, bold colours, and a tendency for asking for everything to be mega-sized dominates not only the minds of human cubs but also the notion behind this café.
I really like the space created. The décor sets the atmosphere with the familiarity of kindergarten and the sophistication of a modern home's reach between comfortable and classy. A big communal table with a giant bowl of lemons sits in the middle of the naturally lit room, creating a nice feel of...communism. Right? Audacious tones and dark shiny wooden floorboards always win the way to my strictly pleased-only-with-aesthetics heart. And how can you not like multi-pastel-coloured bookcases?
The food amounts to huge proportions. They were not lying when they said it was big. Brekky. Man. I was pretty full! After some deliberation we chose to go with - sharing, of course, to get maximum tasteage of the foodoir - 'Big Brekky' (how could we not?), which consisted of toasted sourdough, grilled mushrooms, crispy bacon, poached eggs, and a pesto consisting, from what I remember, of parsley and parmesan; as well as the the two oversized Portobello mushrooms with garlic and balsamic vinegar which were grilled with spinach, gruyere, and parmesan. A classic choice, on both accounts, I rather thought. I think that any further description of the 'Big Brekky' would be unnecessary. Surely, you can see the tastiness from my perfectly-crafted camera shot. Or perhaps not. But, needless to say it looks grand and it tasted awesomely so. The mushrooms, though, were delightfully rich; the cheese compensating for completely overloading the system with a severe bout of sensory explosion, dulling down the intensity with the less vibrant tastes of dairy, in the forms of gruyere and parmesan, and vegetable ,in the form of deliciously firm spinach.
The only qualm I had about this place was the service. Pleasant wait-staff but we were made to wait over an hour for our meal which, suffice to say, left a bad taste in our mouths. It may be severe to dish out my anger (oh!...such Wrath!) primarily over this place but it seems that in Sydney there is a strong tendency to focus only on the products served when running a foodhaus. I have a big thing with service. We are so gorram privileged with the selection of joints to eat at that it seems as though if a place doesn't satisfy all the criteria to the utmost degree it will eventually wither and die. Not to be harsh...or anything. I don't know what happened that morning, whether it was a lost order, where we were sitting (although it was pretty damn prominent), or that we looked...like we wanted to have a really long conversation, but I am inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt. Sort of. [/rant]

Nevertheless, it would have reached the status of some sort of perfection if it weren't for the. . . delay. Nevermind. I guess. Maybe after I have exhausted Sydney of her breakfast options I will be more inclined to check back in. Knowing me, it will probably be sooner than that.