Voila, Sandringham Road

I hate to follow up a deliciously devastating review with a bland praise-heaping one but we had a pretty good meal at the Moroccan-French cafe in Sandringham, so sorry for snores... but there was this weird dude who insisted on sitting at the same table as me. Pictured here is his demonstration of coffee coinosseur stirmanship. He was also wearing a sweatshirt that resembled a grey marshmallow. When people dress like confectionery, it's hard to say no.
This was my Eggs Benedict with Salmon on a Spinach-filled gallete. Your eyes do not deceive you, that is a salmon steak resting on the parcel with poached egg and hollandaise heaped on top - an unusual and welcome luxury in a land of paltry salmon shavings.

Weird Dude's breakfast of mushroom/caramellized onion filled omelette, a thoughtful balance of the savoury and sweet.

Exquisite lemon tart, big enough for two.

My Long Black, their coffee is supplied by Supreme, an Auckland-based roaster; the owner told us they had been through several suppliers until they settled with Supreme. Great service, the pastry here deserves definite props - this place is filled to the brim and then some on weekends so visit on a weekday if you can.