Another Sunday, another breakfast cock-up.
We dined at Rusty Rabbit Darlinghurst and sat outside. The surrounding footpath isn't level so the incline on our table and chairs made my bad back even worse. Please fix, guys.
Waiter One listed coffee size choices: Small, Large, Jumbo. Did they offer Medium? Medium is Large, I was told, so Large is what I ordered. I got Small. Someone else's Small. Not long after, Waiter Two appeared and apologised; my Medium eventually arrived.
Verdict: after all that, the coffees were good.
Waiter Three took our meal order. How did I want my eggs? "Poached." She left. Waiter Two returned. How I did I want my eggs? "Poached," I repeated, "Waiter Three already asked".
Partner had ordered a Falafel Stack:
* grated cucumber
* hummus
* mint
* pickled eggplant
* pomegranate
* sweet potato
* tahini
* turnip
His comments: undersized falafel, bright green inside, overfried outside. Hommus, absent. Way too much sweet (??) tahini sauce. Two matchsticks of turnip.
Verdict: for $19, a stingy and poor attempt at flavours of the Middle East.
I ordered a vegetarian Feeling Rusty?, replacing bacon with avocado:
* avocado
* baked beans
* eggs your way
* haloumi
* hashbrown
* sourdough toast
* spinach
I requested the toast on a side plate along with a smidge of Vegemite.
My comments: Toast and Vegemite arrived on a side plate as ordered, thank you. Beans served in a small paper cup in the centre of the plate (weird). No spoon supplied to eat them. All other items placed neatly around the cup, except for my two poached eggs, missing in action. The swapped avocado was present but so was the bacon. Waiter Two returned, puzzled; was I sure my eggs were missing? "Do you see two eggs on the plate?" I asked? Back to the kitchen he went, returning with two offers: resupply the meal correctly or deduct the cost of two eggs from the bill. I chose the latter. "May I please have a spoon to eat the beans?" Waiter Two brought one smaller than the teaspoon I used to stir my coffee. "May I have a tablespoon, please." Problem solved. Along with all the mishaps, the breakfast presentation was amateurish at best. I have some beautiful and stunning photos of breakfasts past enjoyed at Rusty Rabbit, so I really don't understand what's happening there, especially since customers were lining up to dine by the time we left. Whoever's serving up the food needs a getaway in Melbourne to reacquaint and reset.
A big saving grace for this discouraging experience is that on presentation of the bill, Waiter Two comped my breakfast, saving us $22. We appreciated his kindness. Right now we're financially strapped and can only afford to dine out once a week. I'd prefer that experience to be better than something we can create ourselves at home. read more