It's a bright, chilly Sunday morning when my boyfriend and I nip into the Grey Street Kitchen, our breath following in cloudy trails behind us. We are so relieved to find the place heated that I am tempted to give them five stars on the spot.
Inside, the GSK is packed with tables full of university lecturers, the odd student, and those who have wandered in after browsing Grey St's Sunday market stalls. It's loud in here, which is one of the only reasons I don't come very often. Hard walls, hard furniture, not a scrap of fabric in sight to absorb the sound; this is not the place to come if you are after an intimate conversation.
My boyfriend orders the Eggs Benedict with roast vegetables ($17.50). It arrives stacked on its plate, looking lovely all smothered in warm hollandaise sauce. For some reason, however, the chef has decided to put what tastes like pickled capsicum on it. It's an interesting idea, but it doesn't work. The flavour takes over, and while the hollandaise is nice and buttery you almost can't taste it.