judging by the number of ps.cafe posts I have on this blog – four at last count – it’s pretty apparent that I have a soft spot for this chain.
I’m also going to summarise all the posts so far with this one – slightly pricey, big mains, hefty-and-satisfying-and-rich desserts, and beautiful, characterful restaurants. it’s an institution for brunch and lunch (not that dinner falters, by any means), and caters primarily to the yuppie, yummy mummy kind of crowd.
can you believe it’s already the weekend? it’s time for a rest – and almost definitely time to plan for one, if you haven’t already – and this place seems pretty good to cap off this hectic week.
I feel like its name suits this place, as it’s rather fortuitously decked out as a sanctuary to catch up on those eponymous founts of knowledge – or let’s be honest, random laptopping – with the food incidental to the experience.
not that the food is bad, but I just don’t feel like that’s the raison d’etre of this place. to be fair – it’s all pretty decent. my pancakes were just about fluffy enough, with a dash of powdered sugar and sliced fruit; eggs benedict as you’d expect, with flowy yolks and a rather cute addition of a latke; and an unphotographed order of cereal was a rather out-the-box execution of muesli, generic sweetened vanilla yogurt and milk.
so it’s all edible, but not exactly travel-worthy.
the calm of the place is more than worth it though. it’s hidden away in the outskirts of robertson quay (as though our red dot is large enough to quantify for this term), and almost completely rid of any hipsters – money can’t buy that second part these days. it’s not cool so much as cozy, with a smart layout of sofas at the back and traditional table-and-chairs in front, as well as the books and magazines all propped up on shelves everywhere.
get a coffee, and some food – support these people please – and while away your afternoon. it’s like being home, without actually being home.