I am a major procrastinator. I always put off things like cleaning my room, because I’d rather 1) pick all the raisins out of the muesli and eat them, 2) lie on my bed and read six month old issues of NW that I’ve borrowed from the library, and 3) inspect my head in the mirror, looking for grey hairs (nothing yet).
Case in point: Jeremy’s in the city. I first passed by this little wine bar/restaurant about a year ago and loved the look of it – the bar in the centre of the room, the low couches, the intimate little tables, the fairy lights covering one of the back walls. There’s something very ‘Melbourne’ about Jeremy’s: it looks chic and cool, but also warm and inviting at the same time. I also loved the menu, which was well-priced (dinner $20-$35, breakfast from $10), and featured such yummy dishes like gnocchi in a blue cheese sauce, dukkah spiced lamb, and salmon with champagne hollandaise.
And so, “oh, we HAVE to go to Jeremy’s soon” became a regular weekly phrase flying out of D’s and my mouth. A year later, finally this happened:
D: “I booked Jeremy’s for tomorrow…”
D: “Guess who answered the phone?”
Cue my eyes bugging out, D nodding solemnly, and us both whispering, “Jeremy? He exists? You mean there is actually a Jeremy?”
Anyway. Jeremy was absent on our visit, but a very polite and professional waiter was there instead. You know what else was there? Cloth tablecloths. You know I’m a sucka for them.
Breakfast is served until 2pm on Sunday, and the menu is quite extensive, featuring both light and heavier options. I went with Jeremy’s Muesli, which was a blend of “fruits, nuts, grains, sliced banana, skim or full cream milk and honey cinnamon yogurt” ($10.90). D ordered the Ricotta Hotcakes, which came with date cream, poached pear, and a spiced sauce ($15.90). He also got a flat white ($4). I’m much stronger and don’t need caffeine in the morning to be a charming person, so I abstained.
My muesli was a very generous serving of natural oats, with nuts, dried apricot, fresh banana, and just a little bit of yoghurt. I was expecting toasted oats, so this was a surprise dish – the consistency of it in fact reminded me of a chewier, thicker bircher muesli. Despite my surprise, I really enjoyed this healthy dish. It was simple, yet very flavourful. I would have loved just a little more fruit, but only because there was such a huge amount of oats – I couldn’t even finish it, which is unheard of.
Meanwhile, across from me, D was thoroughly cleaning his plate. Two fluffy, perfectly cooked hotcakes were served with a generous dollop of thick cream dotted with dates, and a large piece of poached pear. The cakes had soaked up a lot of the spiced syrup, and that, coupled with the date cream, had me expecting a very dessert-like dish. But to our surprise, the spices balanced everything out and downplayed the sweetness. The contrast of sweet and spicy was amazing – I haven’t tasted flavours like that before. The date cream was delicious – it was so thick it looked like a scoop of ice cream, and had a lovely chew.
D’s flat white was also very good. The service from our main waiter was brilliant – he was so polite and really made the whole experience feel a little posh. Our only complaint was that we were sort of left sitting there for a while after the meal, with no offer from them to bring the bill.
Restaurant and Bar
93 Albert St, Brisbane CBD
(07) 3210 6529