Poppers explode expelling colourful streamers amidst a puff of smoke. The words HAPPY BIRTHDAY spill from mouths across the room. Champagne glasses raise in unison before being sucked dry. Excitement has filled the air, yet all I hear is a loud tick-tock coming from my biological clock located somewhere between my uterus and forgetful mind.
It’s my birthday and friends have gathered to celebrate my 25th year of winning the race to my Mother’s egg (bless my competitive nature). Although it is a nice occasion to eat food and drink wine, I know I am having a quarter life crisis. I am not for one minute saying that being 25 years of age is old, but if one reflects on the 25 – 30 years of age period it seems to be a time when your meant to get your merde (french swear word) together.
1. Getting married or engaged. (Bonus points if he is good-looking, rich and not a complete douche bag.)
3. Landed a killer job preferably in your area of study, thus not regretting the copious amounts of money spent on a university education
4. Moved out of parents ‘granny flat’ and bought a house. 2 year grace period for Perth citizens is applicable due to over priced and poorly located housing.
5. Learnt to appreciate red wine, coffee, gin and blue cheese over passion pop, hot chocolate, smirnoff ice and cheese sticks.
Sadly, as I mused over this list my early headway of learning to like coffee and red wine at age 20 has come to a complete standstill. I am now leading the charge to usurp the crazy cat lady throne, failing to accomplish many of these items on the checklist. Fortunately for my mental well-being, with just one trip to Gusto Food: South Perth, I was able to pull myself out of this quarter life crisis slump. (No regrettable red convertible purchase necessary)
Located on the previously underperforming Angelo St coffee strip, Gusto Food is relatively narrow therefore being a tight squeeze for 7 women and a baby. Without much of an option to go elsewhere we made it work and ordered at the counter. The coffee was served promptly and although I wouldn’t go back for the coffee alone it was palatable. Before long gentle murmurs of ooohhhing and aaahhhing swept across the table. Some may have throught it would be over my friends baby, and although she is cute it was the sight of the food being placed in front of us that elicited such sounds.
The cinnamon toast, bacon, banana, maple & berries,honeycomb, ice-cream ($16.50) looked fit to serve the cast of survivor 3 times over. The cinnamon toast was thick allowing for the berry and maple syrup to be happily soaked up and eaten. The vast array of sweet and savoury ingredients was probably overkill and the old ‘less is more’ proverb was applicable to this dish. Although both diners looked unsure on how to approach eating the cinnamon mountain, this was quickly overcome and shared thus reducing the food envy spilling across the table.
The housemade crumpets, berry compote, peanut gravel & double cream ($13.50) was also ordered and although the serving wasn’t as generous as the cinnamon toast, it made up for it in flavour. Being an avid believer that peanut butter could solve most of the worlds problems and really is the next best thing since sliced bread, I wanted to sneak out back and find where Gusto was hiding the sensational peanut gravel. The crumpets were light and fluffy and made for an interesting menu item showing Gusto’s creativity.
With many of the items being ‘sweets’ orientated I opted for a more savoury approach with the provincial poached egg, spinach, tomato, mushrooms, avocado, hollandaise on toast ($17.50). Although it wasn’t the prettiest of plates resembling babies reflux on toast, it was extremely tasty. The poached egg with long time favourite foods mushroom and avocado made a good base for this meal. The hollandaise sauce was enjoyable but due to a heavy hand, it left me feeling a bit unwell due to the heaviness/creaminess (Some would suggest I practice portion control, but to these people I laugh in their healthy faces).
So how do eggs, mushrooms, cinnamon toast and peanut gravel manage to pull someone out of a quarter life crisis? Despite not ‘having my act together’, maturing definitely has its advantages (clarity being bought on by peanut gravel). Call me old and boring but I enjoy the fact that I can now experience the following on a regular basis:
1. Being able to maximise my Sunday by going out with friends at 9am in the morning vs remaining in the foetal position for half a day with a severe hangover.
2. Actually hearing what my friend has to say compared to lip reading and assuming the rest (a common night club occurence).
3. Being able to buy food for your friends baby, which in the end you can inevitably eat yourself as the baby isn’t on solids or could possibly be allergic to nuts
4. Having money to afford such glorious food compared to the student staple of me-goreng or 2 minute noodles.
So cheers to becoming a golden oldie and Gusto cafe. It’s great to no longer hang my head in shame when a North of the River citizen questions the South’s culinary ability.
Positives: Good portions sizes for a reasonable price, great location, mouth-watering cake cabinet.
Negatives: Average coffee, slightly overly creamy provincial eggs and limited space for a popular place.
Love The Fat Cow x