Has life calmed down? No. Not a bit. Is it going to? No. Not for a while yet. Is that okay? Yes. Yes it is. Because I’m learning a whole bloomin’ lot about how imperative it is to take care of yourself when you feel like you’re holding onto a feather in a tornado (the last time I was this exhausted I ended up with shingles at age 24 – not again no thanks move along nope good day sir I said good day).
The great part about how busy life is right now is knowing that this madcap intensity is a step towards a future I’m genuinely excited about. And while I may not have left the house (except to go for walks in the forest) in four days, I at least have the memory of this brunch to hold to – and the promise of many more to come.
Ona On The Lawns is a new café in Manuka that forms part of the Ona trifecta (the other two havens being The Cupping Room and Ona Coffee House). Situated diagonally across from Urban Pantry (a place I’ve had many coffees, breakfasts, first dates, and dessert-dinners in), Ona On The Lawns is a gorgeous, open, sunshining spot for brunch, that most glorious of meals.
I enjoyed my few bites, and Mum liked it despite finding it a bit salty for her tastes. That said, she fully admits to coming from the generation that rejected salt the way my generation is (idiotically) currently rejecting sugar, so take her comment with a grain of salt.
SEE WHAT I DID THERE.
Dad picked from the lunch section of the menu, ordering the Lamb Kofta with fig, goat feta, Israeli couscous, harissa-spice hommus, roquette and grilled flatbread. I absolutely adored the combination of feta, dried fig, and crisp-yet-moist lamb kofta, and would’ve stolen far more than I did had not my own choice been a sweet one.
Disclaimer: if this plate of Dutch Pancakes with fruit salad looks a mite bare, well, it was, but it’s my fault, not Ona’s. The dish originally came with an orange sorbet, and all of you who know me know that I can’t even smell the devilfruit without feeling nauseated. However, had I known that there wouldn’t even be any syrup on the plate, I would’ve either requested the fig ice cream (from the hotcakes menu option) or ordered something different. Lesson learned.
With that out of the way, though, I did enjoy this poffertjes special. The melon cubes and pomegranate were sweet and juicy enough to brighten up the pancakes, and it was a gorgeous dish to behold.
I really should have asked for some maple syrup, though.
Do you want to know what definitely was sweet enough? The incredible Salted Caramel and Popcorn Milkshake. I pestered my dad into ordering it because I wanted to try it but can’t really handle that much straight dairy myself*, but gosh was he glad I did. And gosh was I glad he did. This was very, very, very good. So good. All salty caramelly and deliciously popcorny and… other words.
* If you’re about to point out how often I eat cheesecake… SHUSH YOUR FACE. Cheesecake is worth the lactard pain.
We finished with a couple of lovely coffees (my first piccolo, above) and a piece of biscotti (that took ten hilarious minutes to be brought to us from the glass cabinet a mere six steps away from our table in the nearly-empty café).
All in all, it was a lovely brunch, and I look forward to visiting The Cupping Room next.
But just remember, my darlings: when in doubt, ask for fig ice cream.
P.S. Ona cronut!