New York Tomato
On the corner of New and York streets, embedded in the back alleys and one-way streets of Richmond, is a garage roller door with the wonder that is New York Tomato hiding behind it. It is not the newest cafe round the traps but it is one of the Melbourne definitive brunch spots. If you haven’t been there, you just haven’t been to Melbourne.
The restaurant sits at the bottom floor of a warehouse and is mainly a courtyard with potted plants, rickety tables and a pleasant beam of sunlight streaming through the shades. Inside there are a few tables and the tiny kitchen open for all to see. When I sit inside it is impossible not to stare at the chefs as they cook and pirouette gracefully around the benchtops and ovens.
The line on the weekends may be timely but a coffee and the presentation of the menu is sure to alleviate the pain. The food is influenced slightly by the Mediterranean with claypots and baked eggs a specialty.
New York Tomato is a relaxed affair, for me, the perfect start to a weekend. As I pour over the Saturday papers with the sun’s subtle warmth on my back I can sit and enjoy a few necessary minutes without a care for the ding of an email, the rush of the streets or the zombie army of shoppers on Bridge Road.
gonna send this to my mom
by weighty on September 27th, 2010 at 1:51 pm