Breakfast in adagio

Going out for breakfast is one of those luxurious things I can only afford when life is not spinning out of control. When Monday does not bump into Friday, and a briefing session in March does not turn into the morning meeting in July.

I stretch my hand out to get the coffee. Slowly, the aroma fills me with such happiness. Life is best lived in adagio.

Carlisle Street in recent years has picked up the vibe from its neighbours along St Kilda beach, offering a whole bunch of places where breakfast, lunch or dinner is a treat. Where you want to take your time and savour the food.

We are at the Grindhouse. A small courtyard covered with grapevines. Corn and herb pancakes, beetroot and lime–cured salmon with avocado. Spanish scrambled eggs with chorizo. And coffee. The aroma still lingers in my mind.

Breakfast in adagio always smells like coffee.