Fast becoming a neighbourhood favourite, this humble little café packs plenty of quirk from its retro décor to its experimental twists on the menu. Not to mention the name sparks enough intrigue to have us stalking down there (pun unintended) for our Friday Husk lunch.
The space is lavished with brightly painted, mismatched chairs and happy brunch-eaters. The unadorned light bulbs hanging from the ceiling add to the effortless style, while the walls are spotted with a growing collage of cereal boxes, although for now, it looks a bit sparse save for the pop-arty pin-upgirl painting and stencil art of an coffee portafilter.
Speaking of which, the Cereal Killa sports eighthirty coffee – an organic, fairtrade brand we are growing to love and seriously considering buying in gallon sizes. Ah.Mazing. That, coupled with the scrummy food and approachable staff, certainly helps this humble café live up to its rave reviews.
Louise had the Omelette with Bacon, Mushroom, Pesto, Parmesan and a bloody good Chutney and a Mochachino. She said 'Loved the relaxed style of the waiter who sat down to take our orders; coffees were on the small side but yum; omelette was delicious & very filling (with a welcomed menu edit). Not big on the biz name/logo or the cornflake box decor but the great staff/food made up for it. Will take the fam next time.'
Innie had the Breakfast Trifle with layered Muesli, Berries and Piako Yoghurt and a Latte. She said 'They threw a freebie into our takeaway desserts(!) Great, great, great - what else can I say?'
Katie had the Cured Salmon and Proscuitto Salad on a Potato Rosti.