It is humming to me now, the left over Bircher Muesli. "Wombat, Wombat," I hear it croon. "Just a morsel more..." As yet I can not oblige as I am full to bitso with the stuff. My Mum's favourite at hotel buffet breakfasts, when I saw 'Bircher Muesli' listed on the Sips menu I thought I'd give the thing a whirl. Apparently it was invented by one of those patent underwear fellows, fond of physical jerks of the tracksuited kind followed by platters of grated raw vegetables. This version of Bircher muesli has a sprinkling of berries on top. The berries are thawed from an erstwhile frozen state. The oats themselves have been blended with yoghurt. If lemon juice is included, I missed the flavour. Throughout the oats are slices of dried apple and dried apricot. My confession this time round is that I can not tell you if the muesli contains nuts or not. My apologies. There was a general nuttiness which I could be making up now that I am writing about the same. If there are nuts they are ground. There is also some shredded coconut. Oh Dr Bircher-Benner! Not sure if you included coconut in your Sanatoria menu but I don't mind that Sips cafe feels like going troppo. Don't know what it is supposed to taste like, but if uncooked Anzac biscuits with dried and thawed fruit rock your boat then this is your dish. And all for under eight dollars. Even without dinner last night I couldn't eat half of the bowl full and was given a container of leftovers which, as I mentioned, is sitting there singing at me.
Part of the reason I couldn't eat all of the muesli was that I requested a sausage on the side. For three dollars I received two massive bangers with two pieces of wholemeal bread, two packets of tomato sauce, and two slabs of foil wrapped butter. Suitman and Aptronym both attempted to demonstrate how to use the tomato sauce plastic packets but I retired defeated.
Half asleep we shared our general pissed-offness at the heavy handed phwoaring surrounding the APEC meeting being held in Sydney at present. Aptronym is hardest hit as the helicopters and Black Hawks keep her awake. Which led to revelations about Suitman's cat who also enjoys waking Breakfast Club members and their bed tousled lovers but is more cuddly than 'plane loads of men and women with guns.
Aptronym was polite about my dastardly manipulativeness when it came to the choice of table at which to sit and both Suitman and Aptronym were patient with my smugness over having managed a swim before making it to our seven-thirty-in-the-morning shared meal.
All in all another merry repast.
Cafe Sips
Shop 2/24 Campbell Street
Haymarket
Sydney City
(02) 9212 7633
Part of the reason I couldn't eat all of the muesli was that I requested a sausage on the side. For three dollars I received two massive bangers with two pieces of wholemeal bread, two packets of tomato sauce, and two slabs of foil wrapped butter. Suitman and Aptronym both attempted to demonstrate how to use the tomato sauce plastic packets but I retired defeated.
Half asleep we shared our general pissed-offness at the heavy handed phwoaring surrounding the APEC meeting being held in Sydney at present. Aptronym is hardest hit as the helicopters and Black Hawks keep her awake. Which led to revelations about Suitman's cat who also enjoys waking Breakfast Club members and their bed tousled lovers but is more cuddly than 'plane loads of men and women with guns.
Aptronym was polite about my dastardly manipulativeness when it came to the choice of table at which to sit and both Suitman and Aptronym were patient with my smugness over having managed a swim before making it to our seven-thirty-in-the-morning shared meal.
All in all another merry repast.
Cafe Sips
Shop 2/24 Campbell Street
Haymarket
Sydney City
(02) 9212 7633
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