Harrisons is set a block back from Terrigal Beach on a shady corner opposite a mysteriously vacant, grassy lot that's been vacant and grassy for at least 15 years and possibly since Methuselah was a boy - why is it still vacant when it's in prime position and is worth a crudload of wedge, I can't understand it and nobody can give me an answer. I need Scooby Doo and the team in to investigate. Especially Daphne. Mrrowr. And if Velma is away that weekend, well, no biggie, right?
But, Harrisons. It's big, occupying the space that two normal, regular-sized cafes would normally fill. It's got a staff of fresh-faced young teenage girls kitted out all in black and with impeccable manners: these girls are trained well, my only wish would be they smile and joke with the customers more. Still, it was early, and I was hungover, so maybe they read the signs and exercised due prudence. Ordered the banana milkshake and man, did it pay off. A giant stainless steel cup, the metal foggy with condensation and deliciously chill to the touch. This is the milkshake I remember enjoying at every milk bar when I was a boy when such milk bars still existed and weren't replaced by awful generic charcoal chicken shops with names like Chookas and Charcoal Charlies. Le sigh.
The salad sambo was big, but a bit dry and I kinda wanted to be surprised with something exotic on there, but that was more my fault than theirs. A friend got the haloumi salad,which looked epic, and another friend the chicken schnitty roll, which also looked epic. If it weren't for my milkshake I would have felt justifiably crabby at being so comprehensively out-ordered.
Nice relaxed feel at this place. Good coffee too, and the people-watching is up there also. read more