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February 14, 2010

One of Grafton’s finest dining experiences, and it must be said that they are few in number, is to be found at the Grafton Golf Club. Hidden away at the top of a long, long hill (4.2 km to be exact) is Erin’s Cafe & Restaurant. Prior to this morning, I had not visited since Brother Explody spent time there as an apprentice back in the day, but had heard great things about the breakfast menu in particular. This morning Mama Explody and I decided prior to our daily bicycle ride that if we could make it up that goddamn hill, we would make a booking. Nothing motivates like the promise of a delicious breakfast, so we pedaled our little hearts out, and surprised ourselves by making it up there with relative ease.

After booking a late breakfast we cruised happily down the hill to freshen up and pick up Papa Explody, this time scaling the lofty heights of South Grafton in air-conditioned luxury. Apparently we weren’t the only ones who had this idea, as we joined a full house of couples and groups in the outdoor area overlooking the course, the biggest group comprising 20 individuals amusingly seated with boys at one end of the table and girls at the other.

Eat your heart out

Explody valentines

The breakfast menu includes the usual variations on bacon, eggs, toast and sides, but there are a couple of interesting twists, ensuring that you can find something you might not have thought of making at home. I can never say no to a baked egg, so Mama Explody and I opted for ‘baked eggs in a filo basket served with a side of crisp pancetta, roast tomato, mushroom and basil’, $12.90, while Papa Explody went for the multicultural-sounding ‘breakfast bruschettas [sic] with chorizos [sic] sausage, roast tomato, mushroom and basil served on toasted turkish bread and topped with shaved parmesan’, $13.90.

Now look, I don’t want to be a total menu snob. It’s good enough for me if the food is tasty; after all, we all know what is meant here. However, I’d like to suggest just a couple of rules of thumb for restaurateurs and chefs: 1. spell any foreign nomenclature correctly; and 2. ensure that said nomenclature is actually indicative of the dish being described. Just sayin.

Moving on, we ordered some coffees, a tasty brew, while we kicked back and watched the Sunday morning golfing set doing their rounds of the course.


By the time our breakfast arrived, we were getting quite peckish, and it didn’t disappoint. I find myself continually being disappointed by cafe breakfasts, and often leave wishing I had just stayed at home and had a bowl of muesli. I have a notion that they must be deceptively difficult to prepare on a large scale, particularly the eggs, which I prefer with a just-set white and runny yolk. Happily, this morning’s fare provided no such disappointments.

Breakfast 'bruschetta' with chorizo sausage, roast tomato, mushroom and basil served on toasted turkish bread and topped with shaved parmesan

The breakfast bruschetta would have been better labelled as a ‘mega tasty chorizo breakfast sandwich’, but whatever you call it, it looked delicious and generous. I certainly didn’t hear any complaints from Papa Explody.

Baked eggs in a filo basket served with a side of crisp pancetta, roast tomato, mushroom and basil

The baked eggs were delicious, with the flaky filo pastry providing a nice foil to the creaminess of the still-runny eggs. The pancetta was a lovely, lighter alternative to the usual side of bacon, and the slow-roasted tomato was perfectly sweet, salty and tangy. Basil was notably absent from the plate, having been replaced by baby spinach, but after yesteryday’s pesto fest I was more than happy with the crisp, fresh leaves.

Though I couldn’t help feeling like the third wheel at this Explody Valentines Day breakfast, I’m glad I finally got a chance to try Erin’s delicious food.

Happy Valentines Day, and in the immortal words of Rodney Dangerfield:

Hey everybody, we’re all gonna get laid!

5 Comments leave one →
  1. Boom permalink
    February 14, 2010 13:46

    Me uncles the greenskeeper there!

    • felixexplody permalink*
      February 14, 2010 13:48

      And a fine job he’s doing too!

  2. February 14, 2010 13:56

    Badly written menus seem to be an issue all over the North Coast, I know it pained me when I lived there. Either whoever wrote the menu has no idea, or is lazy and doesn’t expect the patrons to know the difference. That bruscetta/sandwich thing could also be an issue of badly trained staff, or bad ordering. I judge places like that and immediately dislike menus that rely on words and phrases like ‘on a bed of’, ‘crispy’ and ‘served’ or ones that generalise too much ‘Asian flavoured’, ‘Mediterranean sauce’. It is nice to know that the food can rise above the menu! If I’m ever in Grafton, you know, as well as admiring the Jacarandas (though the town I’m from has its own purple flower festival) I’ll give the Golf Club a go.

  3. February 14, 2010 15:58

    Oh that sandwich with the chorizo looks yum! Happy Valentine’s day lovely one!

  4. cecilie permalink
    February 15, 2010 18:38

    ahhh love – it comes in all forms… even baked eggs 🙂

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