Perfection isn't a descriptor I use lightly.
But I'm going to say something bold here: This week's eggs benny was pure perfection.
Having the luxury of brunching with a friend who has a car, we decided to venture a little further afield to Edible Matters in Hammonds Plains.
It's a bit of a hike, and if you don't have a vehicle, good luck getting there on the weekend. But let me tell you, it's worth the drive. We got there around 10:30 on a Saturday and the place was already full. There was about a 20min wait—but when you're already that far out, it's going to take you 20min to get anywhere else anyway.
The waiting area also happens to be where the bakery section is—well played. So not only do you get to smell everything, but still-warm-they're-so-fresh biscuits and loaves of white bread are right in your face. Which, if a loaf of bread hadn't been $7 (Seriously, is there gold in it?!) I probably would have eaten it like it owned me money.
Alas, I managed to control myself.
The menu is pretty varied with lots of lunch and breakfasty type things to choose from. I opted for the smoked salmon eggs benny. Normally I'm skeptical about smoked salmon—or rather I'm picky about where I will order it from. Nothing ruins a meal quicker than oily smoked salmon, you know?
Anyway, this was not the case. The benny is served on a house made biscuit. Which, after having been staring at them for the past 20min I would have fought somebody for.
As you can see, I was so eager to dive in that I almost forgot to take a picture. But I managed to remember just in time. The things I do for the tens of people who read this.
And so the benny. The eggs were perfectly soft poached. The hollandaise was incredible—just enough to make you feel like you're swimming in it without feeling like you're overdoing it—nicely flavoured and nice and smooth. The smoked salmon pretty much melted in my mouth. And the biscuit. Oh my god the biscuit. I. Can't. Even. There are no words.
The potatoes were decent—a little firm for my liking, but they were served with homemade ketchup which was an unexpected and delicious touch.
In a way it's actually a really good thing that Edible Matters is so far away and pretty much inaccessible via two feet and a heartbeat. Otherwise I'm pretty sure I would be there every weekend.