It was a Tuesday, and on Tuesday Tic liked to sleep in. He awoke and found Pon already up. He could hear her rummaging in the kitchen fussing over her breakfast. She liked her breakfast early. She’d argued with him, more than once, that an early breakfast allowed her to get in each day all she needed to do.  

She reappeared back in bed; a bowl of muesli in hand, a cup of tea on the bedside table.

As she chipped away at her breakfast she apologised for waking him but in reality, he didn’t mind, as he liked cuddling up to her as she munched away.

Pon suggested they go to the Choc Shop Café for coffee later in the morning. It was one of their favourite breakfast/coffee cafes.

The Choc Shop Café was located on Old Abbots Way along the road to Wirramunga. It was a busy road and in earlier times had been a major commercial link to the Port at Botany Bay.

It had started life as a Chocolate Factory and when the factory closed down the main building, a sprawling barn type construction was sold to Joe Capaldi and Son who converted the factory floor space into a café. They called it Ye Old Chocolate Factory Café and Restaurant. It didn’t take long before their customers suggested the name of the café was a bit pretentious and after many suggestions adopted the name, The Choc Shop Café.

The Café was set in a beautiful location. Shielded from the busy road by magnificent Moreton Bay Figs. Around the Café, Joe’s wife Maria, had cultivated a collection of every Australian plant and scrub she could get her hands on.

A wide veranda skirted the perimeter of the Cafe, and Pon was always keen to grab a table there and look over Maria’s garden, which had turned into a riot of colour throughout the various seasons of the year.

Securing their table they placed their order and while waiting, chatted about how well the garden looked. In recent times the land had been subdivided and there was now a tennis court and a pool attached to a small resort situated next to the Café’s boundary.

The scrambled eggs served at the Choc Shop Café were always worth waiting for.

The eggs had personality and panache. The eggs were folded in such a way that they seemed to swirl around the plate, while sitting majestically on a generous serving of toasted sourdough.

The texture was divine, the taste exquisite, a veritable feast.

Once Tic divided the breakfast between them it was a delightful plung into scrambled egg heaven.

They completed their breakfast by enjoying coffee that complimented their breakfast.

They would linger over the coffee, in no rush to leave, savouring each sip and discussing their forthcoming grocery shop.

The Choc Shop Café = 10/10. A Café they looked forward to revisiting.