“The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.” – George Eliot
A quaint courtyard hides behind Drummond Street’s Vincent the Dog, architects of robust coffees and scrumptious brunch-like meals. Vincent The Dog’s menu is honest, like really honest. A small note about cold drip not being offered because it is, and I agree, a ‘disappointing liquid’.
I decided on the more traditional “Who doesn’t like poached eggs” which was served with a generous portion of “bloody good” salmon, feta and avocado, atop sourdough bread. The avocado was fresh and aplenty – there is so much avocado that I wish I had more of the deliciously spongey sourdough. The poached eggs were poached to perfection, with the yolk tantalisingly trickling out when gently prodded with my knife (psst, check out that egg-drool). This breakfast is one which all the harmonising components muddled up in each, blissful mouthful.
The ever-so sweet toothed creature across from me decided upon the waffles with berry compote and a smothering of thick, creamy mascarpone. Once the waffles had seeped up the berry juices, it was a sugary treat of a dish. The only inconsequential gripe was that there were a few dry spots that could have been avoided with more topping.
My flat white was strong, creamy and the impeccable cure for a Sunday morning.
The service at Vincent and The Dog is swift, approachable and attentive. Our food arrived impressively soon after our coffees. The small, intimate courtyard is the perfect setting to spend a morning sipping on well-brewed coffees and agonising over what to pick on the menu– they all sounded so equally interesting and it was challenging to decide on just one. I’m already eyeing off their Chinese donut with pork floss…