Brunetti, 380 Lygon St, Carlton. Phone: 9347 2801
If there had been a red carpet and VIP list involved, we wouldn’t be up the first or on the second.
Nevertheless, we reckon we’re smack bang in the middle of a bona fide Melbourne event – a happening packed with buzz and delight.
It’s the opening day of the ultra-swish new Brunetti and we’ve fronted for breakfast.
So have a lot of other people; everyone, staff and customers alike, is revelling in the moment.
We know there are those who never had much or any time for the previous Brunetti incarnation in Faraday St, finding it too slick, flash and imposing.
For them, the new premises are likely to be even more problematic – because the new Brunetti is huge, taking up almost the entire space of what used to be Borders and running from the Lygon St entrance to the more formal restaurant space at the Drummond St end.
In between there is everything you’d expect – gelati, pizza oven, biscotti, pastries, cakes and more.
And a raised caffeine hub with two gleaming monster machines already doing grand business.
Our semi-regular Brunetti visits have almost always been about mid-week gelati treats, takeaway biscotti or breakfast, and doubtless that will continue to be the case.
We’ve never had much truck with the more substantial fare, though it seems it may possible to pursue those avenues in the new place with more ease and perhaps even greater quality.
Because there is a lot of comfortable seating spread along the length of the premises.
The place will still be a madhouse at peak times – in our experience, that means any weekend after about noon in spring or summer.
But there is no denying the spaciousness and style of the new place – it’s like the old Brunetti on steroids.
If you loved Faraday St, you’ll likely love Lygon St. If not … run!
It’s a special adventure so I let Bennie off the leash – he enjoys not one but two apricot Danish pastries at $4.10 each. They’re fresh and hit the spot.
His two hot chocolates are slightly better than good but don’t send him into raptures. Same thing goes for my two cafe lattes.
My toasted ham, cheese and tomato is a $9.50 dream that has me issuing moans of delight.
Really, it’s hard to imagine how a toasted sandwich could be better – excellent bread uniformly, perfectly toasted; great tasting ham; gooey melted cheese.
When Bennie has a taste, the cheese strands stretch from his sandwich-holding hand to his gob until they snap and bounce happily off his chin.