My Instagram feed has me dreaming of life in Australia most days of the week. Beaches, sunshine, surfing, space, smiles, shorts, coffee, and endless plates of avocado toast with poached eggs seems to be the routine norm in that faraway, Trump-free land. Sadly, that typically resembles a total of 0% of my current life, but today my Australian dream was momentarily made a reality.
The sun shone, (yes it was -1˚C, but let's ignore that), I went for a blast round the park, and met injured, non-running B outside Milk Bar, which is a hop, skip and jump away from the Prospect Park's main entrance. After a 30-second wait the two seats in the window were ours. Water was poured, coffees ordered, and the "which eggs" debate began.
We settled on plain eggs (two perfectly poached eggs) served on thick-crusted, soft in the middle sourdough, with extra avocado for good measure for me, and salmon eggs (similar but with the decadent addition of smoked salmon, pickled shallots, and fresh dill) for B. If you're looking for the perfect egg, come here. They have this Aussie-style brunch sorted. The granola with fruit and yogurt also looked beautiful, the pastries from Sullivan Street Bakery are, reportedly, buttery perfection, and next time I'll order a cappuccino with chocolate dusted on top.
Milk Bar, 620 Vanderbilt Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11238
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