Here’s an idea: breakfast carbonara. A wobbly 63-degree egg is dying to burst and coat fat ribbons of pappardelle in rivers of yolk. High fives to Morning After’s champ chefs for that variation on the Roman classic.
The breakfast menu at this West End offering hikes the flavour globe, offering Vietnamese-inspired omelette with pork mince, beansprouts, pickled carrot, chilli, coriander, mint and hoisin; or eggs benedict with buttermilk fried chicken (yowza).
The venue has blonde wood and banquette seating upholstered in a shade of lush pasture green set against a gleaming white-tiled wall with neon signage. It’s easily the smartest café fitout the 'hood has seen in some time. Tech heads might select a perch at the bench where recharge ports are waiting for customers to plug in.
On pour is 5 Senses and Roast by Yilli. Breakfast is an all-day affair on Sunday. Every other day breakfast slides into lunch with a menu infiltrated with squid, a roll packed with crumbed prawns, and a pork belly pad see ew. Kicking around with nothing to do on Saturday afternoons? Drop in to Morning After for yiros. Opa!