![]() Topped with a poached egg and applause-worthy whipped smoked cheddar that had us salivating before the plate even touched down, this doorstep-sized croque monsieur packs thick-cut Christmas ham paired with deliciously gooey raclette.Īlternatively gorge on the crispy buttermilk-fried chicken waffles with nahm prik-spiced maple syrup, garnished with coriander. ![]() Served with apple and rhubarb, it can easily be corrupted by adding an optional nip of whisky.īreaking the rules is a recurring theme on the House of Lulu White breakfast menu, where Christmas comes all year round in the shape of the What a Croque. Of course, if you do hanker for porridge, that’s an option from the ‘nice’ column. Served with a runny egg, savoury sheets of seaweed, enokitake mushrooms and thick soba noodles, it’s the sort of solid brekkie foundation that will have you skipping lunch. About as hearty a start as you can get outside of porridge, generously hewn pork belly and crackling swims in a restorative, three-day broth spiked with miso oil that’s a guaranteed to chase the sniffles away. On a particularly chilly Melbourne morn, our cockles were thoroughly warmed by the smoky bacon breakfast ramen. The menu runs with the fun too, throwing off the restraints of smashed avo and scrambled eggs to offer some playful options, with the most intriguing hanging out in the ‘naughty’ section. Distressed leather banquette seating wraps around oak parquetry floors and a stone espresso bar and kitchen add class. Local design company TOFU has splashed the towering concrete walls with powder pink paint and mounted a blinking backlit luscious lips sign, complemented by Giffin Design and Christopher Boots lights. House of Lulu White, the latest offering from the Tommy Collins Group-the guys who brought you Little Ox Café, Hawk & Hunter and Little Collins-takes this colourful past and references it tongue held firmly held in cheek. These days the red brick factory that once housed that stately pleasure dome is long gone, but this new cafe in the ground floor of the residential tower that has since replaced it takes the name of its one-time Madame. Apparently, so local legend has it, it used to be schoolboy sport to sit on top of the high wall separating Yarra Street from South Yarra train station and applaud the gentlemen leaving the former Paradise Girls brothel. ![]()
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