Archive for April, 2013

Axil Coffee Roasters,


At 9:00 am I was surprised to find Axil so quiet. A few tables were empty, though usually there is a wait time. Maybe it was a national sleep in day !

I decided on something different today. It was the Sweet corn and haloumi fritters. This sounded nice, served with avocado, a poached egg and salsa. Yummy. This was going to be paired with a Guatemalan single origin, latte, which was great. A smooth, nutty coffee, which had a distinct flavor. After yesterday’s Glen Waverly tragedy (I had a late night latte at a coffee joint in Glen Waverly. Didn’t expect much from it though), it was a welcome change.

The fritters came out, and it looked and smelled great. Though I was a little surprised at the texture of the fritters. It broke up a little too easily for my liking. Though the taste was nice, and the combination with the avocado and poached egg was beautiful. The poached egg was perfect in its consistency.

Overall a nice coffee and breakfast experience.



Well, lets be honest, I only came here for the 25% discount from the entertainment guide book. They mentioned on their website that they have started a breakfast menu. Being the breakfast person I am, I thought I would give it a try, located on south bank can’t be that bad right ? WTF ! Seriously. I was waiting outside the restaurant for a table, hoping the waitress would get me a seat. I waited for about 5 minutes as they walked in and out, just looking at me, and probably wanting to know why I’m standing there. Not a word from anyone. Finally the barista told the waitress to get me a table. The waitress sat me down and have me a menu. She walked away without asking whether I would like a drink. Hmm. Annoying. Now I am basically writing all of this while I am waiting to be served. I don’t believe I should raise my hand and say can I please order. If I just wanted to sit down, I would have sat on a park bench. Service is about knowing your surroundings, proactive service, rather than reactive. I’ll be honest, I have travelled to many spots around Melbourne, and even some of the “cheaper” places pay more attention to their customers. Anyway. I have written all of this and now and finally a waitress asks for the order. No, I am not a quick writer. I ordered the Othello Omelette and an orange juice. Regardless of the taste, I won’t be coming back. I’m signing off now. I guess my cheap ways got the better of me. Serves me right for being a tight arse.