The Old Milk Bar

Eat Melbourne

Pop Culture has taught me that people undergoing a quarter life crisis do things like: 1) quit their job to travel the world alone, 2) buy an outrages car that they cannot afford, 3) get a boob job.

Maybe it’s because I’m turning 28 this, not 25 but my (super-late) quarter life crisis was different. I wore pigtails to a cafe and ordered cake for breakfast. Both of those things done separately would have been fine, obviously, but experiencing both of them together was terrifying.

The waitress came over holding my red and white ricotta hotcakes I swear she looked at my hair and feel into a stupor. Confusion set in. She might have been expecting a 12 year old.

The thing is, I’ve been to The Old Milk Bar before. I ordered matcha hotcakes, which quickly became my Favortie Pancakes of all Time. They looked normal. Sure, they were green, but they were just two fluffy pillows stacked on top of each other. This weekend we went back for them but they had vanished from the menu. The hotcakes that replaced them were different. They were red, yes, but they weren’t just two red fluffy pillows stacked on top of each other, they were topped with white chocolate strawberry sauce and stabbed by a stick of marshmallows.

It was a like a surprise party! I should have packed candles in my backpack. The hotcakes were so good all I could do was take my pigtails out and devour them.

I don’t regret a thing and will be back with a vengeance. Maybe the next hotcakes will be pink and I can dye my hair to match them. That’s definitely something a 13 year old would do!

The Old Milk Bar 
144 Dundas St, Thornbury VIC 3071
(03) 9043 6227

Eat Melbourne

 

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