Winding roads amidst tree lined hills lead you along one of the most scenic drives on the Coast. So much so that the road leading in is called ‘Scenic Drive’. Past the tourist traps of Terrigal and the stunning views out over Brisbane Water, the drive to Hardy’s Bay is part of the experience of this brunch outing.
This delightful little café is tucked in alongside the always popular Old Killcare Store and offers indoor and alfresco seating as well as take away orders. What the building lacks in cosmopolitan style it makes up for in warmth and character. Which in my opinion is much nicer than the spurious indy feel of Starbucks. Bottles of Fat Goose branded sauces and spreads line shelves, the ambient light picking up the reds and oranges and making them almost glow. Tables are nestled together near windows inside and out in the sunshine we watch people laughing and chatting, enjoying the unseasonable warmth. Stroller friendly and dog friendly, the atmosphere is one of community.
Although the menu does feature an all day breakfast I couldn’t resist completely ignoring the reason I was out and ordering from the lunch menu. Who can say no to a portobello mushroom burger stuffed with 3 different cheeses and smashed avocado? Not me, that’s who.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes work feels never ending. And on just the odd occasion, I feel a little stabby too. One of the good things about my job is that I work alone a lot of the time. One of the bad things is that I work alone a lot of the time. It’s a vicious cycle. The introvert in me loves the solitude, the extrovert misses the company.
I spend hours on end in a windowless office staring at a computer screen coming up with new ways to tell the same story over and over with the end of the day always far too far away. It can make me a little despondent, tired and stir crazy. My hour long lunch break seems especially long on days that I’m working alone. I’d much rather have a shorter break and head home earlier so I can relax.
Not so long ago it occurred to me that I am looking at my break all wrong. I have an hour for lunch. That is inordinately long for a lunch break, especially for me. I’m used to not getting a break at all in my old job. I have a whole hour where there are no demands on my time. No children to look after. No boss to please. No husband to pay attention to. Nothing but my time in the middle of the day. So I started to do things that allowed me to enjoy my break time, instead of using it to mill around eating the minties we put out for clients and wishing I could go home sooner.