203 Carlisle St
Balaclava 3183
03 9531 369
www.laschicas.com.au
The girls, the girls. With a name like this, it is no wonder that the guy on the door calls everyone ‘babe’. M was not impressed.
Las Chicas was our meeting point for brunch last Sunday. Situated on busy Carlisle Street, I was thankful that we got a table relatively quickly. We were seated in the courtyard, which was pleasant, though cold and I regretted not bringing a coat despite the sun.
The friendly waiter supplied us with menus and I hastily ordered a coffee – needing the warmth. I admit, the coffee was the best I had drunk in a while; strong but well made with the obligatory leafy decorations on top.
Browsing the menu I was surprised I had not visited Las Chicas sooner. Not only do they have a delicious looking menu, but a whole section is devoted to the vegetarian bruncher. Each dish has a little distinction. The eggs Florentine, for example, are served on bagels instead of muffins, the omelette is accompanied with a Japanese dipping sauce, other dishes are sprinkled with pine nuts. The new plethora of brunch spots in Melbourne make the little differences count.
I ordered the ‘baked beans breaky’. The element making this one stand-out was the pumpkin and polenta bread, house made with seeds and herbs, cut in slabs and toasted golden. This was adorned with dark, green, wilted spinach and house-made baked beans. A perfectly poached egg sat on top.
The food was very good. I was relieved not to have another disappointing brunch experience.
M really enjoyed her breakfast burrito.
“It’s hard to make good guacamole,” she advised, implying that Las Chicas had done a good job on this front.
I disagreed but was pleased that she enjoyed the café that she had been begging for us to go to for weeks.
Balaclava 3183
03 9531 369
www.laschicas.com.au
The girls, the girls. With a name like this, it is no wonder that the guy on the door calls everyone ‘babe’. M was not impressed.
Las Chicas was our meeting point for brunch last Sunday. Situated on busy Carlisle Street, I was thankful that we got a table relatively quickly. We were seated in the courtyard, which was pleasant, though cold and I regretted not bringing a coat despite the sun.
The friendly waiter supplied us with menus and I hastily ordered a coffee – needing the warmth. I admit, the coffee was the best I had drunk in a while; strong but well made with the obligatory leafy decorations on top.
Browsing the menu I was surprised I had not visited Las Chicas sooner. Not only do they have a delicious looking menu, but a whole section is devoted to the vegetarian bruncher. Each dish has a little distinction. The eggs Florentine, for example, are served on bagels instead of muffins, the omelette is accompanied with a Japanese dipping sauce, other dishes are sprinkled with pine nuts. The new plethora of brunch spots in Melbourne make the little differences count.
I ordered the ‘baked beans breaky’. The element making this one stand-out was the pumpkin and polenta bread, house made with seeds and herbs, cut in slabs and toasted golden. This was adorned with dark, green, wilted spinach and house-made baked beans. A perfectly poached egg sat on top.
The food was very good. I was relieved not to have another disappointing brunch experience.
M really enjoyed her breakfast burrito.
“It’s hard to make good guacamole,” she advised, implying that Las Chicas had done a good job on this front.
I disagreed but was pleased that she enjoyed the café that she had been begging for us to go to for weeks.