A hot bath and a standing ovation may not be what you expect – or want – from a weekday brunch, but with cheerful staff and fuss-free service Brunswick cafe Minimo turns the unexpected into a welcome surprise.
A zealous man with a tea-towel over his shoulder – Claudio, presumably – brings a couple of menus to our low outdoor table and offers drinks. Unfortunately the tea sits in the pot unsuccessfully trying to pass as loose-leaf, but the coffee is delicious and we end up ordering another round. Their menu changes seasonally and breakfast classics are given an interesting twist with carefully chosen sides. Despite a longstanding aversion to cooked fruit I can't resist the sourdough French toast with apple and ginger compote, cinnamon vanilla crème anglais and maple syrup. Unlike other cafes the compote isn't too thick or sickly-sweet, so the rest of the meal is balanced without being overpowered. I'm not sure whether or not it's important that the eggs are slow-cooked at 63 degrees, but they do that too.
The meals are a decent size (our apparently impressive gastric ability prompted applause on sight of the empty plates), though it's a bit more pricey than you might be otherwise looking at for a Brunswick brunch. Being a weekday, Minimo wasn't busy, and the staff are happy to let you sit on empty cups without hassling you out the door or into another purchase.
I would have tipped another few spoonfuls of ginger on it, but as-is the French Toast was a winner.