|Pastries in the window front at Four Ate Five, Crown Street, Surry Hills|
|Masala chai tea latte|
|Banana, cinnamon, honey shake|
The breakfast menu is somewhat less exciting than some of the lunch menu sandwiches; rather traditional with a quirk or two, but I’m not expecting a breakfast revolution. We divvy up the menu favourites among us, and plunge into a world of eggs and sourdough rye (I think).
|Homemade creamed corn with poached eggs, bacon and sourdough bread|
It’s divine with the chewy bread and I can just imagine the wintery scene: me, bedsocks, on a couch, a bowl of creamed corn, sourdough fingers for dipping and the pitter-patter of rain on the window. However, back to the alternatingly chilly/sunny footpath, the bacon is supremely undercooked, with some pink sides not knowing the love of a grill or any other browning heat source.
|Free range eggs poached with sourdough bread with beef chipolatas and potato & fennel hash|
|Moroccan baked eggs|
The Moroccan bit was a bit lost on me (tasted like an Italian sugo without basil) other than some paprika on top of the eggs. I can’t wait to by some of those tapas dishes to give this a try and a bit more turmeric, coriander seeds, cumin and nutmeg flavours.
With breakfast done and the lunch menu nearing, there are still people on the footpath waiting for a seat. We dismiss the thought of ordering the morning’s special of cherry pancakes for a shared dessert given all those waiting, and head on inside to the much-nicer-than-eating-on-Crown-Street interior to pay. There’s a communal table and other inviting nooks and crannies, as well as an army of staff in the kitchen.
While I’m not overly enamoured with breakfast, I’m keen to try out lunch one day – perhaps the next Surry Hills Markets day. If this place can keep up these sorts of crowds through the day, weekend and maybe even weekdays, they’ll be counting a lot more than Four Ate Five in the till at closing.