"We're after a table for two"...
He is unimpressed. Well you know what? He can bite me. He makes $18 an hour. There is no need for that kind of attitude.
The coffee is smooth and rich. It's good, but not mind blowing.
The breakfast in a pan, which is a muddle of beans, eggs, tomato and chorizo, pales in comparison to its competitor at Circa. The chorizo barely has any flavour compared to its fiery, sassy sister the sujuk. It's an adequate breakfast, there is nothing wrong with it as such, but having had the world's most awesome breakfast the day before, it just cannot compete. How Three Blue Ducks got best food is beyond me. Also, this dish is a whopping $19! The lunch and dinner menu here gets up around the $30 mark... I do believe we have left café territory way behind and have entered restaurant territory at those prices. In my mind a café means food for under $20. What cheek to still call yourself a café and charge almost fine dining prices.
One of the staff who serves us is nice, but she is the exception to this Frosty the Snowman service. Ugh. How boring.
They have a little vegetable garden out the back. It's sweet. But not sweet enough to make me ever come here again. Perhaps it should change its name to Three Boo Ducks?