Strolling home through the heart of Newtown, having just dropped off pooch for his last summer cut we take the opportunity to try Citrus Espresso Bar on King Street.
A world away from the retro and traditional styles of so many Sydney cafes, it has modern signage of bright orange with a futuristic font and there not a hipster to be seen. Instead it seems this place is popular with families, the grey brigade and possibly tourists.
A faux leather couch runs along the wall with tables of two spotted along. They have those comfy padded chairs that make me feel like I’d be happy to sit watching the rest of the weekend stroll by through the large window at the front. Booths are available towards the back but someone in the know has these reserved. The modern design continues inside, it’s almost like a leather lined spaceship – maybe this is what Argo would have been like if the fake film was actually made!
The large front wall/window fills the place with natural light and allows for some great people watching, although it can get a bit noisy when the buses pass by. There is one of those fluorescent fly killers mounted on the wall but flies still seem to be everywhere today.
We take our seats and they are quick to bring water over. We then continue to sit and wait but don’t get any menus for a short while. Someone notices and he drops them off with a sorry, so all fine there.
The menu and liquor license suggest that this is more of a lunch and dinner venue as breakfast is just at the top of their enormous menu.
I ordered the three egg omelette with capsicum, onion and mushroom with a chai team. He gets bacon and eggs with haloumi and avocado, flat white and a milkshake. Our waitress doesn’t write anything down, but remembered it all.
The drinks take a while and come out individually but the chai is lovely and worth the wait, not a packet of chai powder in site with lots of fresh spices. I watch the Barrista as he makes his coffees and he takes great care and it looks like a little love goes into each and every one.
We were going well until the food came out.
My omelette was simply a fried pancake of egg, folded in half with an assortment of items placed inside. I found tasteless old, whole mushrooms, that tasted like they had come from a tin or they had been soaked within an inch of their lives. The capsicum was soggy and could have been sloshing around in the same barrel of water as the onions – or were they just tinned too? The onion was chopped so they must have had a knife kicking around somewhere but lacked any flavour. Despite my attempts to add salt and pepper, this was nothing but a bland and greasy plate of food.
His bacon had no flavour and tasted like it had been boiled into oblivion and I’m not really a fan of 1 inch white toast – more trukkie than inner west brunching.
The people who worked there seemed lovely, the drinks were great but the food was very disappointing.