barry

I've been meaning to come to the legendary Barry in Northcote for some time. My colleague purports to know the owners. It's like that.

You know those mornings when you just feel like eating real food, good ingredients, call yourself a hippie / foodie but not be a wanker? Barry is that kind of place. Not too fancy, big light and airy (so important when you finally get a few hours to enjoy a brunch) with good food on the menu and without obnoxious loud music. The menu feels fresh and has the stripped back confidence of people who know what they're doing.

There was a wait for a table of two but the lovely waitress let us wait outside on the chair facing the sun and called us in after like five minutes. Win. 1405 and I got some super healthy drinks to make up for the fact that between the two of us, we sit for more than 100 hours a week in front of computers which definitely do not love us back.

Blended drink #1 banana, dates, cinnamon, mesquite, almond milk, ice. YUM.

Blended drink #2 apple, kale, cucumber, spinach, parsley, mint, ginger, lime, ice. NOT SO YUM. But goddam healthy.

I was dying to try crunchy peanut butter, heirloom tomatoes, salt and pepper peanuts on toast but was too hungry and in an old-school / basic bitch kind of mood. So I got this:

Scrambled eggs on toast with a side of trout.

It was good. I am so grateful when I go to hyper-up cafes like this and I can still eat simple food without the frou frou and it tastes honestly good.


Barry
85 High Street,
Northcote
9481 7623

 

lil boy blue

Poched and crumbed eggs with trio of mushrooms, soldiers, salsa verde, pickled  capsicum and goat's curd.

Two words. Crumbed eggs. I may be the last person in Kew to notice this but HOLY SHIT CRUMBED EGGS. This is deep fried eggs, done the awesome way.

Thinking now about the orange gorgeous runny yolk and the crunchy crumbed shell sends shivers down my spine. In a good way, not I-hate-runny-eggs-fuck-me-right? kind of way. The whole concept reminds me of deep fried ice cream and seriously, who doesn't like their hipster brunch to remind them that they were once just as happy being the fat kid in a noisy tacky suburban Chinese restaurant hogging two fried ice creams to themselves?

Oh wait, yep that's still me.

This is an accurate representation of my childhood.

Lil Boy Blue
309 High Street
Kew

9853 5003