Taking over from where Bill’s was located FOR 23 YEARS (before moving next door), Caffe Bartolo doesn’t necessarily have to compete with Bill’s, just welcome the overflow. After all these years and on a Sunday morning, the line-up for Bill’s was enormous! Not that we’d planned to go there. Caffe Bartolo beckoned: it has a charming fit-out, ye olde Europe and along with a build your own breakfast option (eggs and sides), there were a handful of specials on offer.
Anywhere that serves meatballs for breakfast has won me over already, so there you are. Matched with a poached egg, a rich sauce and super light, crumbly foccaccia, I was very happy with this.
Freddy had a sort of potato cake, with meat, and a sauce and seemed pleased with it. We both enjoyed our coffee and the charming service provided by, I assume, an Italian waitress. Hurrah for those working holiday visas.
In any case, brunch was so good, I’d be happy to try this on another evening: seems like they’re serving up good traditional Italian food … and cocktails too. I’m up for that.
