You know that thing parents where are encouraged to introduce their children to studying foreign languages are youngsters – their minds are like sponges, they aren’t jaded by the pressures of the world and learning is fun. Well, brunch is the language I learnt as a young, fresh out of High School student skidding along the pavements of Wellington.
|Brunch at Fidels with the lovely, just returned Jenna|
I was young, I was poor and boy, was I impressionable. Luckily, and much
to my parents relief it wasn’t drink (even though I worked in a pub),
drugs (the hardest thing us architecture students took was caffeine
tablets to keep up all night to get the work done and attempt to get creative juices
flowing) or the fire poi dancing I spasmodically did (on weekend
evenings when I definitely should have been sleeping).
It was however a growing appreciation for creamy Hollandaise neatly
ladled over golden muffins, oozy beautiful poached eggs and prefectly
crisped slivers of bacon. The Art Of Eggs Benedict.What is it about eggs
Benedict, Sweetcorn Fritters and Bacon & Egg Pie that so captures the heart of antipodeans?
|Soho Brown’s – a new to me cafe.|
Is it the ability to rise a little later after a full evening out, and
eat a luxurious meal with good friends? Is it the perfectly legitimate
ability to drink pints of ice cold vitamin drinks or champagne? Could it
be the sheer possibility of eadible joy – muesli? sure! pancakes with
maple syrup? sure! hamburger? go for it! Or could it just be the
enjoyment of lingering over a leisurely meal with loads of laughter at
the previous evening’s antics? I reckon it could also be the divine flat
whites promising energy and flavour. I’m no expert, but I’ve certainly tried to work out the answer. Practise makes perfect after all!
|To the left, the kiwi classic Neenish Tart, to the right Ginger Crunch.|
All I do know, is that walking through the streets of Wellington was literally walking a foodie road of memories. The infamous Fidels where we argued the finer points of architectural theory, insane art psychology and where to buy the best paint over Eggs Bene. Midnight Espresso where we spent many a late night, hunched over the best milkshakes trying to work out why our lives were just so random. Espressoholic who had hands down the best Ginger Slice in Wellington.
Wellington is blessed with a plethora of delicious eateries – especially when you head up Cuba Street – just go hungry.
And the best hangover/fire poi dancing cure? Satay Kingdom. Tucked down a tiny alley, it’s a place where you think might give you 3 strains of salmonella but native Wellingtonians simply swear by it. It is impossible to get a weekday lunch there if you don’t rock up super early or super late and weekend brunch hours can be even worse. Their Roti Chanai is simply out of this world.
And a new, rather interesting addition – the Homies cosy teahouse. I’m only disappointed I didn’t get to properly pop in…
And when all else fails? Bake your own & take them down to the waterfront on the glorious days of sunshine (where the wind mysteriously dies down) and enjoy the view. My favourites?
How could you ever say no?