Goldilocks

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I’m just going to come right out and say it: these are the best poached eggs I’ve had – anywhere – to date. I’ve been to Goldilocks three times now, because the first time I went I didn’t believe they were real, and the second time I went I didn’t take any photos, but the third time I went everything was JUST RIGHT.

There are two things I truly love in this life: the knowledge that one day Ryan Reynolds may rub his manly body all over me, and a good poached egg. To that end, I today returned to Goldilocks for the third time in as many weeks. Unfortunately Ryan stood me up, but the eggs did not. I don’t even know what that means. I’m delirious with egg yolk.

Before I get carried away (and I will), a few bits of housekeeping. Goldilocks is hard to find. It’s off Camberwell Road in a kind of alleyway, behind Firechief Pizzeria which is sort of diagonally opposite the Rivoli Cinemas. But it’s not signposted by name – all you’ll see is “CAFE” and a yellow door. Use your looking eyes.

The service at Goldilocks has been excellent each time I’ve visited. It is light and spacious and not too noisy, and there is a cabinet filled with Little Bertha cakes and slices. My only gripe might be that the toilet is very close to the eating area.

But on to the show stealer.

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Judging Your Breakfast team Anna Spargo-Ryan and Robyn Box put themselves and their tastebuds on the line every week to judge Melbourne’s best and worst breakfasts. They draw on their love of food and writing to leave no breakfast stone unturned in this great city of ours.

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