Petty Cash Café has been in my ‘hood for a couple of years now, and I’ve been meaning to check it out pretty much all of that time, especially since it’s right opposite the gym we go to. And now we’ve been twice in the space of three weeks! The first time, Mr T took me there practically straight off the plane from London, in a bid to prevent me from going to bed and ruining my anti-jet-lag strategy. I had the Mexican Breakfast which is an enormous pile of scrambled eggs on sourdough toast, studded with slices of chorizo, roasted red capsicum, chilli and coriander. Seriously yum and very filling – I didn’t need to eat again until the evening.
Mr T had extremely tasty duck, orange and pistachio sausages served with wickedly creamy mash, bok choy and a couple of different relishes which are all made on the premises. The sausages come from acclaimed AC Butchery in Leichhardt and they don’t supply just any old cafe, you know!
Our second time was this very morning to meet fellow Inner-Westie friends (and a Redfernite, which is near enough). Coming straight from the gym on a rather chilly day I’m a little nervous that the only table that becomes available is outside, but it matters not – there’s a huge pile of multi-coloured, crocheted knee-rugs to wrap oneself in. In fact, if there are no tables, which looks to be a regular occurrence, you can take some of said rugs into the park opposite and they’ll bring your order out to you to eat picnic-style. They’re nice like that, the bunch who run this place; several armfuls of tattoos between them, they’re friendly, down to earth and proud to be producing good, homemade food in a relaxed, homely environment with quirky, nana-chic charm.
Coffees all round to start with, which come out in mismatched cups and saucers, and very nice coffee it is too.
Mr T has a Belgian hot chocolate which is always a mistake since nobody, but nobody, makes it as strong as he likes it, except him. True to form it’s not up to scratch, but it’s not really their fault. I go for the Petty Cash Breakie (vego version): eggs (poached) on sourdough toast, haloumi, roasted tomatoes and homemade baked beans.
The roasted tomatoes could do with a bit longer in the oven but the baked beans are great – sweet, spicy, tomatoey goodness. Mr T finds his lemony lamb burger a bit underwhelming on the flavour front. Jono very much enjoys his poached eggs on toast with a side of relish, and Mindy’s boys hoover up their bacon and egg Turkish sandwich with barbecue sauce.
The star of the day, for me, is our shared ‘second breakfast’, accompanied by more coffees, of toasted brioche slices sandwiched with vanilla ice cream and chocolate ganache, covered with copious quantities of chocolate sauce, maple syrup and sliced strawberries. So eager am I to dig in that I completely forget to take a photo! It’s a bugger, really, because it means I’ll have to go back again soon and order the same thing – such a great pity, but there you have it.
Petty Cash Café
68 Victoria Road, Marrickville
Visited 12 August 2012