Marmalade and Soul

I thought that I had already found my favorite breakfast place in Melbourne, Australia. Ladies and gentlemen, I am writing today to assure you that I was wrong. Marmalade and Soul now has that special place in my heart.

I’m not sure if it was the atmosphere, the delicious food, the simple decor, or the fact I couldn’t stop wishing my family was in Australia to try it. I want them to fly from Florida to Melbourne just so I can treat them to Marmalade and Soul – I’d even be willing to pay. Maybe.

My boyfriend, Jack, and I ordered all our meals from the Specials board, but I already  know what I’ll get from the regular menu next time we go back.

First, let me talk about the decor. Exposed brick and white walls is about all a girl who has lived in New York can ask for. Then on top of that, they had about every kitchen decoration I have always wanted from Anthropologie, combined with cutlery and baskets filled with fresh fruit and vegetables straight out of a  Williams Sonova catalogue. The kitchen is clean, lovely, organized and most importantly open for all to see, which means I got to creepily watch the chefs as they assembled my meal to be. There is nothing I like more than watching people make food, well, other than eating the food they make. I felt at home. I wanted to run behind the kitchen counter and offer my help, but I know that would be considered rude and a little annoying.

Second, the atmosphere. We originally wanted to sit outside, but the place was packed when we got there and we had no choice.  That was a good thing in the end. I don’t think the staff at any other cafe have ever been as excited to see my face – something which I selfishly relish in every once in a while. Everyone eating looked so happy to be there. Sitting by the cashier gave us the perfect location to witness customer’s comments as they were leaving: “That was SO great”, “We are definitely coming again”, “Everything was PERFECT”, and the list goes on. The only thing that confused me a bit (I hate even bringing this up) is that I had no idea who our waiter was. We had about four, all very helpful and friendly, but we never knew who to signal for.

Three, the food! I’m not the type to just pick a meal and go for it. I’m the person that picks about three dishes then asks the waitress for help. Our waitress (the one I think was ours) described each plate I asked about as “so beautiful”, but said each is so different that it’s up to me.

I ended up ordering the Ricotta Hot Cakes with Banana and Honey Butter. After my first bite, I couldn’t help but feel butterflies as I was putting together each bite. A little bit of hot cake, with a some warn Banana and then I’d drag it across the honey butter sauce left over on the plate. It’s too good of a way to start your day. My boyfriend got the Granola, Yogurt and Fruit a long with the Peanut Butter Pop Tart. I didn’t try the Granola but oh boy, did I get to enjoy the pop tart. Contrary to, what must be, popular belief it wasn’t a like toasted pop tart from your local grocery store. It was a tall tower of deliciousness. It came with a side of strawberry  jam which I poured on every bite. Who would have thought jam and peanut butter were such a winning combination.

I must admit prices are a little higher than I was hoping for but sometimes a girl has just got to treat herself.