Fleetwood Macchiato: Obey The Rumble
After the gods of public transport cruelly toyed with me, yet again, I determinedly shook off the resultant Saturday morning stress as I barged into Fleetwood Macchiato, only slightly sweaty. My extremely patient friend was there already - and after waiting nearly half an hour for me I’d say she had pretty much memorised the menu.
Once I’d finished grovelling, I started to take in the vibe. Warm, friendly staff. Calm, relaxed atmosphere. And a lot of really yummy coffee smells being produced.
I know I’m meant to be cutting down on coffee, but when the venue’s very name contains a reference to the glorious black liquid, you have to indulge. So I ordered their cold-drip filter over ice. And boy was I glad I did. From memory the beans were from Panama, and they were so flavoursome I would have scorned anyone who tried to add milk or sugar to degrade their purity. They were slightly magical beans. Halfway through, I felt inspired to pull out some Gauloises, dust off my typewriter and write some beat poetry. My friend had a few sips, perhaps slightly enviously, but assured me her soy latte was “very nice.”
Now for the food. The egg roll ordered by my patient buddy was massive. Now it was my turn to be envious – it just looked so gloriously substantial, meaty (though sans meat, funnily) and manly. Served with smoked chilli, tomato, pickle, cucumber, tomato and mayo, it was a bit of a beast to cut up and get your mouth around. Not for delicate eating styles – you just need to get in there and take it slowly. Halfway through my companion was struggling, but after a little rest she came back and conquered the rest.
My eggplant and egg dish (a lovely eggy combination) was beautiful to look at. To be honest I ordered it because the sheer number of ingredients listed on the menu intrigued me and I wanted to know if it would work. It did, although I would have liked a touch more chilli or a splurge of lemon juice for a bit of zing. But otherwise the balance was gorgeous; smoky delicate eggplant, crunchy fennel, creamy eggs, slightly bitter green olives, salty capers, sweet basil, crunchy almonds, celery and a few pickled onions here and there. Also, massive props to their gluten free bread (made with tapioca)which was crunchy, crispy and delicious. I love how thickly it was cut. Much appreciated after many, many brunches of beer mat-thin gf attempts that tasted like, well, toasted beer mats.
It’s a much calmer option away from the mania of Saturday morning on King Street. It’s not massive but there’s a lovely park bang opposite that would make a takeaway option a real treat. Next time I’ll leave room for one of their chunky slabs of chocolate brownie. And if you’re in there during the Christmas season, make sure you go to the toilet. Even if you don’t really need to go. I won’t give too much away. Just expect to see a fair bit of tinsel.
Fleetwood Macchiato, 43 Erskineville Road, Erskineville fleetwoodmacchiato.tumblr.com
By Lucy McNabb