On a whim, we stop at Gingers Cafe. We are heading into town for the weekend, and need to stop our tummies grumbling. I have driven past the place a number of times, and it always intrigues me. The colour, the vibe, the furniture.
It looks like we are joining the 'in crowd'. Retro dressed people are huddled around a mish mash of tables, the air is warm, and the staff casual and friendly. And when I see the menu, I'm satisfied. Not sure what exotic ingredients they have in the mixed leaf salad that comes with cucumber and tomato though, at $18. I sip on my coffee, and turn the page.
Finding out my chickpea vego burger has sold out, devastated, I opt for the eggs on toast with avocado. It's a small serve, but does the job. The chicken salad my friend gets looks awesome. Big too, she can't get through it. Obviously, she doesn't have a stomach like mine - an empty land mine.
Going to the toilet is an adventure, as I excitedly tell me friend on return. Slipping out the back door into a courtyard of fake turf and essence of 60's era, I head to the, err, toilet. Behind the squeaky door is a room plastered with 40's and 50's newspaper. Now that's entertainment.
Must get myself back there, maybe in the evening, to try out one of their cocktails...