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west juliett, marrickville

October 23, 2013

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“Breakfast tomorrow yeah?” flashes the text from Lex.

It has become tradition, the Monday morning breakfast, only forsaken when one of us is away (both of us) or hung over (mainly him) or otherwise detained (mainly me with my lacklustre excuses).

“Same time is good… but where?” flies my response. I am expecting congee, our stalwart meal, though hopeful of something a little left field.

“I don’t know yet. Let me think about it.”

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We arrive at Llewellyn Street, Marrickville just one missed exit, one confused GPS and one slightly-longer-than-expected-drive later.

A cursory glance is cast at the outdoor seating, but with the particulates in the air at an all time high from the NSW Bushfires, we opt for an inside table.

West Juliett is unexpectedly busy for 11am on a Monday morning, each table filled with groups of friends, couples, young families and a sole, studious architect who tap-tap-taps away on his laptop and scribbles in his exercise book (whilst intermittently sipping at his coffee or nibbling at his toast) for the entire time we are there.

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I am bedazzled by the menu. By the white painted brick and subway tiling. By the semi exposed structural beams and hanging lighting. By the blackboard wall, book shelf and jam display.

I toy with the sugar whilst waiting for Lex to choose his meal.

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And all the while patrons are filing in the door.

Their shoulders relax at the scent of brewing beans, their eyes perk up at the sight of the pastries on the counter, their faces soften as they sink into the benches that line the walls.

drink-in coffee $3.50

drink-in coffee $3.50

(Lex’s face relaxes after I take a photograph of his coffee because it means he can finally drink it.)

breakfast plate: poached egg, toast, avocado, tomato, shaved leg ham, provolone $14.90

breakfast plate: poached egg, toast, avocado, tomato, shaved leg ham, provolone $14.90

I peer at the plates arriving at tables alongside.

They are sizeable, hefty even and filled from edge to edge with the fresh, simple produce.

My breakfast plate (an order borne out of sheer indecision and a predilection for leg ham) consists of a slab of butter perched upon two pieces of toast. A single poached egg with a firm white and viscous center sits beside alternating layers of thickly sliced leg ham and provolone. Three cut tomatoes – halfway between cherry and vine – and wedge of avocado are sprinkled with sesame seeds and drizzled with olive oil.

I am smitten.

my disassembled plate / large juices $5.90

my disassembled plate / large juices $5.90

“This is,” I say in between sips of a spicy beetroot and ginger juice, “exactly what I try to eat at home, except my produce is poorer in quality and my plate is much, much smaller.”

“Key word being ‘try’, right?” retorts Lex, ever aware of my poor breakfast habits.

“I’ve done it once, ok? Maybe even twice.”

The ham is the star here, jagged-edged, sweet and smoky, smelling and tasting of Christmases long gone. I threw courtesies to the (increasingly violent) wind and picked pieces up with my fingers, nibbling at the edges, sandwiching them between bits of lettuce, a smear of avocado. I should have asked for some mustard.

alex's breakfast whose exxact description & price I cannot now recall...

soft scrambled eggs on toast with cured salmon and yoghurt

I had some breakfast envy, despite my love of ham, for Lex’s serve of scrambled eggs on toast, flecked with translucent flakes of cured salmon, fennel salad and a hefty drizzle of yoghurt. He kindly gave me a mouthful after watching my overt moon-eyes and putting up with my monologue on just how good scrambled eggs are.

(I blinked, swallowed and grinned my little face off).

(We ate everything.)

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But there were stories yet to swap. Tales of disastrous romances, perfect opportunities missed, my brand new gold slip on sandals and sunburnt legs. We had weekends to plan and Summer holidays to contemplate, apartment designing and cheese tasting.

And then he mentioned the pink salt and chocolate chip cookies.

How they were the best cookie he’d eaten in recent memory.

How they were only $3.80 and just… over… there…

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pink salt and chocolate chip cookie $3.50 / coffee / strawberry balsamic milkshake $5.90

pink salt and chocolate chip cookie $3.80 / coffee / strawberry balsamic milkshake $5.90

It is certainly worth having a peek at the baked goods on the counter if you happen by West Juliett. The cookie is amazing (and we very nearly ordered a second one to go) and I have my eye on an itty-bitty carrot cake for our next foray into the Inner West. By the time I took the photograph above, the stock was somewhat depleted from the morning rush as it was much more bountiful when we arrived. Oops.

A strawberry balsamic milkshake (for me) and another coffee (for him) before we left. The milkshake is pure Jersey milk and has a flavour as wonderfully subtle as its blush pink hue, making it the perfect accompaniment to the gooey, salty chocolate chips, only just held together by cookie dough.

(I licked my fingers and still found chocolate on them later.)

And so we sat and talked and then looked at the time and resignedly headed off to work. But not without full stomachs, fuller hearts and minds full of the week to come.

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West Juliett

30 Llwellyn Street, Marrickville NSW 2204
ph: 9519 0101
Open Mon to Sat 7:00am – 4:00pm


  • #1
    October 23rd, 2013

    LOVE West Juliett! I haven’t been in quite a few months, but you’ve inspired me to venture back soon! 🙂

  • #2
    October 23rd, 2013

    Wish I could make cookies that look like that… So many cool new places in Marrickville that I’m yet to try…

  • #3
    October 23rd, 2013

    I had the exact same dish Lex had when I went and those eggs are amazeballs! So much love for this cafe!

  • #4
    October 24th, 2013

    Sigh, another place I now need to add to my list – RJ would kill for those scrambled eggs. Your predilection for leg ham gave me a giggle ;D

  • #5
    October 24th, 2013

    Smitten is the right kind of word to use when you get your food at this place. Man I miss cafe’s like this. Travelling around the USA is enough to make you crave and yearn for simple, tasty, honest and fresh food such as this. I can’t wait to get home to Sydney & go there again.

  • #6
    October 24th, 2013

    I haven’t had the chance to dine here yet but have heard good things across the board. And word on the street is that cookie is phenomenal!!

Shez