Fabulous crepes, waffles, people



Le Jolie Cafe, 438 Gaffney Street, Pascoe Vale. Phone: 9379 9886

When I get down, disheartened or impatient about where Consider The Sauce is in relation to where I’d like it to be, it serves me well to be reminded that the business side of my blog and what seems like its slow progress in no way diminish the very many glorious riches it has created.

I remind myself of this sometimes.

Sometimes, other people do the reminding.

The riches start with something as obvious and basic as the incredible food we get to try from all over the west and beyond.

But that’s just the beginning.

Because there’s many people involved.

That human side to CTS starts with comments, tips and even just “likes” here on the blog itself and elsewhere on various social media.

Beyond that, there are wonderfully random encounters with grateful readers when we’re out and about and even in places such as Sim’s.

Going a bit deeper, there’s the readers we meet at CTS Feasts and the like – and, yes, it’s been a while since we ran one of those.

Going deeper again, there are people who have come into our lives, going – in the process – from being readers to really adored friends.

Such is the case with Julian and Christine, readers who I met at a certain Sunshine North Latin American eatery a few years back.

Since then, we’ve become as thick as thieves and the meals we’ve shared with them can now be fairly be counted in the countless category.

Well, metaphorically anyway …




Then there are the people who make the food we eat.

In some, many cases, they are not really relevant to our meals or the ensuing stories.

And, as well, there is a certain in-built tension inherent between food producer and food writer – just as there always was between writer and musicians when music was all I wrote about.

But our relationships with some of the food people of the west and beyond have indeed ripened into friendship and something more than professional mutual respect.

That means, of course, that visiting such places and people is about way more fun and laughter and pleasure than what is merely on our plates.




In just that way I take an immediate shine to Kathleen and Guy when I visit, alone, their great joint Le Jolie cafe in Pascoe Vale.

I love their sparkle, humour and willingness to engage.

I love the pride they take in the food they produce and the high-quality ingredients they use to make it.

I love the comfy vibe of their cafe.

And I love the music – the mix of straight-to-my-heart vintage jazz is perfect and at just the right volume.

It’s the heritage of French-born Guy that overwhelmingly colours the food – crepes sweet and savoury, waffles and more – of Le Jolie Cafe. 

That long-winded introduction is my way of saying that I was a very happy chappy in taking two of our very good food pals, Christine and Julian, to this Pascoe Vale creperie to try the food of two new pals, Guy and Kathleen.

And, oh my goodness, what a time we have!




From the “cafe classics” part of the menu, Christine goes for the croque monsieur ($14.50).

Described as a “grilled French sandwich layered with ham, seeded mustard and herbed béchamel, topped with melted emmental cheese”, it comes with an egg on top to make it a croque madame for $2.50 extra.

She enjoys it and like so many dishes, it eats bigger than it visually appears.

The rest of us order savoury crepes …




Julian describes his Edmond ($18) – “sauteed potato, caramelised onions, bacon, French brie” – as very, very fine.




Bennie and I reckon the same can be said of our Rosies ($14) of “chevre, bacon, sauteed onions, egg”.

So goes the savory part of our meal – but desserts were always going to be mandatory at such an establishment.

Normally, we four would order two to share – but here, humming with cold Sunday eating vibes – we order three, with no regrets.




Crepe suzette ($11) – “Grand Marnier, orange and lemon butter sauce” with ice-cream ($2.50) on the side – has a lovely tartness.




Our waffles take an already excellent meal into even more superb territory.

Montparnasse ($10, “salted caramel, chocolate sauce, ice-cream, top photograph) and St Michel ($10, “strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, above photograph) are veritable sweet dreams.

The toppings and accessories are first-rate and the waffles themselves are both a little bit crunchy and a little bit doughy.

Christine, who knows about such things, proclaims them the best Belgian-style waffles she’s had in Australia.




It’s at this point in our meal – post-sweet crepes – that our gameplan starts to unravel.

First, Guy presents us with a complementary creme brulee.


It’s wetter than I’m used to seeing with this dish – it’s almost like a very thick soup.

But there’s no doubting the quality and the flavours.

We’re all grinning the grins of those who know they’re doing something awfully sinful.

Then things get even more nutty when Christine and I approach the bar to pay for what has been a great Sunday lunch.

Guy digs his Gallic-souled heels in and refuses to accept our money.

We give it our best shot, but the glint in his eyes bespeaks a determination that will not be countered.

Short of creating a scene or simply flinging banknotes on our table and rushing for the door, we are at a bit of a loss – so somewhat reluctantly head back to our table.

There, a conversation ensues – should I include what has transpired, money-wise, in my CTS story?

“No way you should put this in your story,” opines one of our group.

“You MUST put it in your story,” firmly says another.

The second friend perhaps knows me better in this regard – there’s no way I cannot, will not mention what has happened.

I’m simply not that sort of blogger.

So there it is …

We’d like to think, we hope, that Kathleen and Guy have been responding to more than the mere knowledge that we’re a food blogger group – that they have appreciated our interest in and enthusiasm for their food.

For us, we are very grateful – not so much for the appreciated gesture of not being allowed to pay, even though we started our visit to Le Jolie Cafe fully expecting to do so.

No, we are more grateful for the quality of what has been presented to us.

To paraphrase what a man said in a movie: “We’ll be back!”

Check out Le Jolie Cafe website – including menu – here.



Crab burger and hot desserts

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George Jones Eatery, 15 Pascoe Street, Pascoe Vale. Phone: 9304 2917

One of the most pleasurable times of the CTS week is Saturday lunch.

Chores and blogging done, it’s time to hit the road, coffee to go and cool tunes rocking both the car and us.

Such Saturday outings regularly involve travel beyond the bounds of the western suburbs, even given the geographically generous drawing of those boundaries in the world of Consider the Sauce.

And quite often, those Saturday outing involve a romp up Pascoe Vale Road, those outings almost always ending up in Coburg and Sydney Road.

Today, though, and for the first time, we are headed to Pascoe Vale itself.




We’ve been invited to dine at George Jones Eatery (see full disclosure below), and for that we end up being very grateful as without that invite this fine establishment may have escaped our attention for, well, pretty much forever.

George Jones Eatery has been open for about 12 weeks and is already a bona fide hit.

I could be glib and imply that’s because of a lack of dining options in Pascoe Vale.

I’m sure the locals around here are grateful for its presence but the truth is George Jones Eatery would be hit wherever it went.

The room is big and divided up into a variety of sections, some with communal seating.




When we visit we’re told it’s a less-busy-than-usual Saturday yet the place is still hopping – and despite that, the noise levels are fine.

The staff members are many, working hard and very good.

Best of all, from a punter’s point of view, is the menu (see below).

George Jones Eatery is open for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with a separate though not much different list for night-time.

But here’s the thing: The lunch menu – ranging from breakfast with many appealing dishes through to a kids menu, a handful of lunch mains and another handful of burgers (with chips) – features just a single dish priced beyond $20.

That there is right smart pricing – the kind that goes a long way to encouraging repeat visits.




Bennie goes with the soft-shell crab burger with kewpie tartare, coleslaw and citrus dressing ($17.90).

If, somewhat inevitably, he ends up rather wishing he’d plumped for one of the meatier (chook, mushy, cow) burgers, he enjoys his nevertheless.

He should know by now that soft-shell crab – in any guise – is akin to chicken feet: It’s less about the ostensible Crab Prince and more about his courtiers.

Going by the tastes I am offered, this burger and its crab are lovely things, the Asian seasonings coming through strong.

The chips come in a huge serving – more than enough for his dad to eat of them freely – and are excellent.




My seared yellowfin tuna with green beans, “heirloom tomato”, kipfler potato and romesco salsa ($21.90) is a nifty, delicious take on salad nicoise.

The gorgeous fish is barely seared, rimmed with black sesame seeds and served at room temperature.

The salady attendants are very good and all in perfectly complementary proportions.

Best of all, in terms of my own personal preferences, there is a total absence of the usually ubiquitous capers.




We order two desserts, one a special, the other from the regular menu.

Choc tart surprises us – instead of the expected gooey filling cupped in a pastry base we get what seems to us more like a block of fudge.

It has fine, deep chocolate flavour and the raspberry sorbet, salted caramel sauce and honeycomb are beaut.




But banana parfait with salted peanut caramel, chocolate mousse and choc rice crisp ($13) steps up to another level entirely – this is a momentous dessert!

The mousse is mindblowingly intense in terms of chocness and the parfait has a tangy edge that seems almost citrus in nature.

All is rich, sexy and memorable.

(Consider The Sauce dined at George Jones Eatery as guests of the management and we did not pay for our meal. We chose from regular menu and had no restrictions placed upon us in doing so. George Jones Eatery management neither sought nor was granted any input, oversight or pre-publication access to this story.)