After staying up late my first night in Melbourne to sing such lyrical gold as “sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain’t that sad, ain’t it shame, too bad, you gonna miss the girl” with I-Hua, and eating all the chocolate from my bed as well as much of I-Hua’s bag of dried mango from Costco, I woke up bright and early for a breakfast rendezvous with another supercool-awesometastic Melbourne blogger I’d yet to meet, Adrian.
On the way, I-Hua excitedly pointed out a church that strives to strike a balance between amusing-the-young’uns and not-seeming-too-try-hard. OMG!
Before long we arrived at Duchess of Spotswood, and I found myself enveloped in a hug from the buoyantly-joyful and cheers-you-up-just-to-be-around-him Adrian. I was initially disappointed that Adrian wasn’t wearing his cat Creamy on his head as I’d so politely requested, but all was forgiven when he handed me the largest block of Kit Kat I’ve ever seen. Thank you Adrian!
I do love it when people support my obsession with both chocolate and chocolate excess.
At Duchess, I experienced for the first time the bliss that is Melbourne’s dedication to amazing coffee, as shown through its tendency to offer coffee-beans-of-the-day for a slight price increase. When offered the option of paying 80c more for the Honduras blend, known for notes of hazelnut and candy, we couldn’t say no. My soy latté (second photo) was sublime and well worth the expense. (Hang the expense!)
I shan’t say which of us added three sugars to his-or-her coffee and then proclaimed that the Honduras blend did indeed taste like candy (oh how we laughed!), but I will say that I don’t add sugar to my coffee and that Adrian will henceforth be known as my Sugar Twin.
Amidst rapid-fire chatter about blogging and Christmas and food and Melbourne’s crazy recent storms and sunburn and more, my Sugar Twin dove into his sourdough with raspberry jam then had the audacity to tweet that I was having dessert for breakfast.
Well, actually, make that “veracity” not “audacity”, because…
What can I say? The heart wants what the heart wants, and the heart wanted a Jam Roly Poly from the second it walked in the door and saw this sugar-sparkling jam-no-cream sponge creation twinkling from the cake display case.
Gosh, it was lovely. Light (and ever-so-slightly-springy) in texture with a subtle flavour from what I’m guessing might have been custard powder, a fresh, true, and almost-tart raspberry jam centre, and a glittering sugar coating, this Jam Roly Poly was the perfect kick-start to a sunny Saturday in Melbourne.
‘Course, there was the moment when a bug landed on the cake and I unthinkingly blew it and thereby sugar all over the table and Adrian, but we shan’t talk about that.
It was a most gorgeous and fun and sparkling and sweet and lovely and laughter-filled start to my second day in Melbourne. Adrian, please let’s do this again soon. With Cookie and Creamy along for me to cuddle too, please?