Caravan doesn’t need any more good reviews. The world loves it. It was already buzzing when we got there at the keeno time of 10:15am on a Saturday morning after a swim at Ironmonger Row. What I find most interesting about Caravan and its antipodean ilk is what did people do on lazy Saturday and Sunday mornings before they arrived? How did we survive without flat whites and Australian cafe food?
What most impressed me about Caravan was not the coffee (which was good but that isn’t too hard to find these days) or the food (I’ll come back to that) but the service. It was there in spades. The room was patrolled by two raven haired waitresses of not inconsiderable beauty who you could always catch the eye of. Many places almost seem surprised by their success and the service turns to mush when they get busy; not Caravan.
So to the food. It was good, and nearly a bit better than that. The corn french toast Jen had was accurately cooked but needed a sweetness to lift it (like being drenched in maple syrup a la The Counter Cafe – review here). I had the grilled ham with bubble and squeak topped with hollandiase sauce which I was quite a fan of. Up until this point there was not much to pull me past The Modern Pantry and its elevated Antipodean fusion cuisine (review here).
Then came what I thought was the best dish which also had the beauty of being the simpliest. A “boring” cheese on toast with some carmallised onions was elevated by the addition of cumin which made it addictively good. This is hopefully a little hint of things to come and might mean that Caravan will not only be good but very good.