I happily left my own Cafe Porridge in the hands of The Painter this morning and strolled around the block to Cafe Quince for Brunch. (43-45 Spensley St, just around the corner from Cafe Porridge – you can certainly say that it’s handy).
Reuben escorted Claudia and myself and, while she tucked into some freshly juiced green apple and a buttermilk scone, I fell upon a crepe with berry jam and cream. Who needs a waist anyway? And it’s Mothers’ Day after all.
The coffee here is of the best, but today I went for a hot chocolate. Oh my word, rich and dark, creamy, but it could have been a lot warmer.
All up, Quince has delicious food, great coffee, in a warm and friendly neighbourhood atmosphere.
I put some gravy beef in the slow cooker before I left. An easy day.