I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to find that most of the day's offerings of freshly-baked bread had been sold by the time we arrived at the Cannibal Creek Bakehouse. It was just after 12.30pm and I was ready for lunch and secretly hopeful of being tempted into taking home an artisan loaf or two, baked on the premises that morning in the wood-fired oven.
I'd been meaning to pay a visit to the Bakehouse for the last four years, since reading about its 110-year old oven having undergone extensive renovation some six years ago. The Bakehouse isn't one to shout about itself, being set well back from the main road through Garfield, but word seems to have got around about the quality of the fare sold on its premises. The indoor bijou eating space filled up fast not long after we'd seated ourselves at a table.
The staff are young, friendly and energetic. The food is uncomplicated but tasty; the pricing honest. I was touched that the owner automatically discounted the cost of my son's Mediterranean Focaccia after my particular teenager spurned two of the ingredients. Thankfully, said teenager went on to enthusiastically proclaim his lunch-time pick as "the best focaccia (he'd) ever tasted". My Other Half declared his Thai soup to be "delicious".
The Bakehouse's cafe only opened in December last year and most of the lunch mains include some form of home-baked loaf or bun, so I got my taste of artisan bread after all. The coffee was so good I ordered another to take away. Thai soup, focaccias and coffee left us too full to sample any of the eye-catching range of pastries and puddings arrayed in the dessert cabinet. No matter. I've no doubt we'll be dropping in again soon.