I have a deep love for all manner of breakfast foods which I usually pair with copious amounts of tea. Usually, a nice Earl Grey with a dash of milk - hold onto your hats (the British do it all the time I assure you it's perfectly acceptable. Also, I do what I like because I'm a tea rebel). Regardless, you might find it odd that I'd choose a breakfast destination that so specifically prides itself on its 'specialty coffee'.
Well, the explanation for that is: in this day and age of instagrammable food (and the ability to add a specific location to posted works of culinary art) I'm able to choose where I eat based on what I see. I'm a very visual person. You know how Asian restaurants always have pictures of each dish on their menu? It's genius. Why can't all eating establishments do this? It just makes so much sense to me. Abundance, presentation and aesthetics are so much of the joy of eating, for me. Obviously it needs to taste delicious (ha!), but I eat first with my eyes.
This is the avocado and goats cheese on grainy sourdough with sriracha, balsamic and a most beautifully poached egg. The egg was an optional extra. Another option was a serving of smoked, candied bacon - which my breakfast companion ordered - and it was deliciously smokey and not at all overly sweet. A pleasant surprise.
The sriracha is what truly makes this dish, however. Truth be told I'm not a big 'chilli' person (the day I upped my chicken basting at Nando's from 'lemon & herb' to 'mild' was a huge day for me - but I've never dared to venture beyond), but sriracha is one of those non-offensive chilli sauces that adds all of that delicious heat and flavour - with none of the eye-watering, mouth-burning badness that I've yet to understand the appeal of.
The sauce paired beautifully with the sweetness of the balsamic and the sharpness of what I'm guessing was lime juice in the avocado. The goats cheese was soft and creamy. Points too for pretty dried flowers on my eggs. I do believe flowers make every dish more wonderful. I tried to go easy on the bread as there were two generous slices of it... but its crunchy deliciousness proved too great a match for my willpower.
I did manage to stay strong as I departed the cafe past the floating island of sweet, baked delights, however. But just barely.