Being up at 6am for two doctors’ appointments is a drag that can only be remedied by an excellent coffee and glorious breakfast.
Well, you’d hope so, anyway.
Plagued with yawns and a general sense of grumpiness from missing out on an hour of sleep, the SO dragged me to Sage on Ann for breakfast, citing it had a good reputation for eats.
Sage on Ann was quite busy with the city office crowd, so I was hopeful. Conscious I would have a heavy lunch and work afternoon tea to attend later that day, my breakfast was a lighter simple option – thick sliced fruit toast with butter.
Now I love fruit toast. This one had fig, sultanas, apricot, walnut – all amazing goodness in thick generous slices. But it was toasted too much for my liking. In fact, the biscuit-hard exterior rubbed the roof of my mouth raw and I was left with a sore gob for a day afterward.
The SO thought he might’ve gotten a winner with the Eggs Benedict with bacon & spinach, but when it arrived, he bestowed upon it the most giggle-worthy title – the Smallest Eggs Benedict in the History of the Planet. I almost snorted my coffee out of my nose in laughter as it wasn’t absolutely tiny. It’s just with everything piled onto the single slice of toast, it seemed dwarfed in the middle of a dinner plate.
Unfortunately the joke was on the SO. The toast bread was soggy from the wet spinach heaped on top of it. And Sage on Ann‘s kitchen had committed the cardinal sin of hard boiling the yolks of the poached eggs, drying up any delight at having free-range eggs out with the missing trickle of liquid gold.
Service for food was slow – it was understandably busy, but the wait was bordering on frustrating. The counter staff also didn’t put in my coffee order, but were quick in bringing it out after we had realised this.
Overall, our first visit to Sage on Ann was not encouraging and I’m not sure I’d visit again.