Last weekend, whilst Kevin was away at Tough Mudder, I decided to take a trip to Fitzroy and Collingwood to see whats been happening over the last few months since I've been there. I walked the length and breath of Smith St and Brunswick St and I decided the hit Hammer & Tong for breakfast. Now before I go any further let me say that one of the things that I decided a long time ago about this blog was that it was to be 100% positive. I didn't set it up to write scathing reviews on restaurants, fashion designers, people or places, but I believe that my experience at Hammer & Tong justifies me breaking this rule. I had been dying to try this place for a long time and had heard some great stuff about it. Initial thoughts upon entering the cafe were good. Queues. Some people hate them, I feel they tell a story and a good one at that. Ummm, how wrong could I have been. I walked into the cafe and was met with the greatest news one could have received. A spot along the bench overlooking the street was free and all mine, no waiting for me. I hopped up on the seat and made my way down the menu, salivating. As I haven't been eating bread, rice, pasta or potatoes for the last few weeks I have been pretty limited to the likes of eggs, bacon and avocado and that's exactly what I ordered. Yes the picture I posted on Instagram gained a legion of likes and comments but what was found on the plate after I pretty much engulfed the whole plate was the fried corpse of a rather large insect. No exaggeration. It was pretty large. I was finished with the meal when I noticed it and when the server came to take my dish away, I reluctantly made reference to it and I was met with some laughter, as if to say my comments didn't warrant a proper response. Puzzled, I turned back around in my seat and threw myself into the magazine I had brought with me. Now what I failed to mention at the beginning was that I also ordered a skinny latte and a freshly squeezed juice with my meal however neither of them arrived during my 45min stay at Hammer & Tong. Eventually I gave up and I decided to leave. Standing at the cash register waiting to pay, the server in question walked past me several times and I honestly thought that he might interject and offer some form of a discount, a free coffee, a free cookie, an apology...but nada, nothing.
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