Going wherever the wind blows me and enjoying the ride.
Published April 15th 2012
A last minute decision for a coffee date with my sister today led to a dash to Williamstown, a mid point between our two homes. We met in front of her favourite café in town, The Pickle Barrel.
Upon entry, a stack of home-style delights packed in the display unit and red retro hanging lamps twinkling festively greeted me. Tucked away from the general hubbub of the main strip of restaurants and cafés, The Pickle Barrel is a hidden jewel in this beachside town.
As I stood salivating over the array of delicacies before me, I could only hope something jumped out at me before I threw my dignity to the wind and started licking the glass. Finally, I settled on a goat's fetta, pumpkin and pine nut mini quiche, a Portuguese custard tart and a cappuccino. We perched ourselves on the stools by the window in prime position for people-watching the passers by, and waited expectantly.
Merely a few moments passed before everything was presented before us, warm and decadent with the faintest hint of steam drifting slowly up and away. Being a savoury person myself, I decided to leave the quiche to finish on.
I sipped the rich coffee and made a small crater in my Portuguese tart, upon which thick gooey custard rushed out to greet me. Our womanly chattering was subdued as we succumbed to the full taste and spent a few reverent moments savouring each mouthful.
The flavour of the tart is sublime and will be on my wish list whenever I return and the coffee is both skilfully and lovingly prepared. As for the finale, the quiche, it was a wholly satisfying savoury note to finish on, along with the balsamic dressed rocket it was served with.
In short, The Pickle Barrel is a wonderful nook for a light meal or snack and a perfect place for a regular coffee date.
Hint: Ask for the Portuguese custard tart to be heated, since cold, it is a mere shadow of its true potential.)