Occasionally, I find myself thinking, “Wouldn’t it be nice to own a cafe?”
And then I immediately give myself a mental smack. For many varied reasons, this is a Very Bad Idea.
However, in that hypothetical situation – that one where I’m a totally different person and have a different mindset and skills – Beatrix is exactly the kind of cafe I would love to have.
It’s little, and it’s sweet, and there’s cakes, NUMEROUS CAKES. Savoury food is limited and includes a couple of daily ciabatta specials.
I visited recently with my friend Em, managing to get a table without waiting (in a cafe that has about 12 or so seats inside, this must be an achievement).
The two ciabattas on offer that day were:
The Babe – filled with slow cooked pork belly, pink lady and dill slaw plus crackling ($16.50 / $15).
The Howl – a vegetarian option which came with roasted red and yellow beetroot with warm Thats Amore ricotta, mint, hazelnut dressing and roquette ($15 / $13.50).
Naturally I couldn’t go past the pork belly roll. I ordered a small one (which cutely came with crackling ears!) and thank goodness for that choice because small was not so small. I was almost too full for cake afterwards. Almost. Fortunately, I am a trooper.
The Babe came with slices of pork belly and creamy coleslaw heavily flavoured with dill. I was really pleased that the ciabatta wasn’t the type that completely tears up your mouth.