Brother Nancy escaped my radar right up to and past Erika’s marshmallow story.
Lately, though, it has become for me a very good road coffee alternative to my usual haunts – I love it that parking is such a breeze.
Today is just right for a Brother Nancy lunch.
I’ve been driving around somewhat aimlessly – to Sunshine and back, for gosh sake – without fixing on an eats decision.
You know what?
I realise that while driving I had been far from idle – I’ve actually been working on a blog post.
I suspect I’m far, far from alone in being a writer who, by the time I front the keyboard, has the whole story virtually complete “in my head”.
Anyway, now it’s time for lunch.
I love the Brother Nancy space and vibe.
And I love the menu – with its Francophile outlook, it has really strong and laudable points of difference with all other inner-west cafes.
My crisp polenta chick pea and warm vegetable salad ($13) is a pearler that eats every bit as good as it looks.
The chick peas are superb in their tomatoey sauce.
The plump polenta patty is crisp only on the exterior – inside it’s delicate, steaming and wonderfully homely.
All the bits and pieces are good, too, including peeled baby tomatoes!
Though the shaved fennel adds nothing by way of flavour.
Yums! And yes, I also plan the post in my head. Oh, the fear of forgetting it.