It was our last day in Adelaide and we were flying back later that afternoon. Celeste drove us out to Bar 9, saying she has already been there and love love LOVES it.
The creamy truffled mushroom ragu on toast with poached eggs, finished with truffled honey… I cannot tell you how dee-freaking-vine it is. This is the breakfast of hangovers, ladies and gentlemen. It looked and smelt so amazing, the two little old ladies sitting at the next table were craning their necks like ostriches – trying to work out what I was very unceremoniously shovelling in my pie-hole.
If I ever wish to divorce Celeste of any crime, she could probably wave this dish before me and all might be forgiven.
As for Celeste and Kev’s choice of Roasted field mushrooms with haloumi, zatar and poached eggs on toast, well… I give you their egg porn.