160 Hobsonville Point Cafe
A plate so generously loaded you'll finally understand the '160' in the name. Near-perfect eggs, a punchy hollandaise teetering on mustard overload, and kale chips that'll have you questioning everything you thought you knew about garden greens.
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A friend said we should go to 160 hobsonville point cafe. I asked him for the address and he said 160 hobsonville point cafe, but i said i wanted the address and not the name and he called me a dipstick so i decided to google the name to see if that would reveal the address but google kept just opening maps so i never found the address and ended up just driving to their house so they could deliver me.
Vibe check was simple, family friendly and there was a warmth about the place. The staff seemed lovely and after a respectable chinwaggle, I ordered my oat milk iced latte and a $26 rosti eggs with hollandaise and bacon. Coffee was good enough for the daily but I wasn't compelled to write letters home about it - 8.15 / 10 sorta landscape.
Food started showing up not much later and blimey did i finally understand where the 160 in the name comes from - it must be the percentage of plate coverage. The volume to flavour to cost ratio was definitely beneficial, and the V tower breakfast looked so swell it filled me with pure unadulterated envy. I pondered the absence of benedict. Was it an ingredient? Or a continuum? More questions unanswered.
My breakfast actually arrived pre-construction (smart for plate coverage) where each of the bene constituents were spaced around the plate. Ideal for taste testing. I started with the crunchy kale chips!? Were they fun to eat? Absolutely. I was dumbfounded, finding myself enjoying the consumption of garden greens. I appraised the bacon which was well cooked yet perhaps a smidgen tough and not quite crispy. The eggs were nigh on perfection, blessed be the yolky goodness gods, and the rosti was well herbed, a little crispy around the edges and didn't turn my breakfast into mashed potatoes - could have been crunchier (my arteries don't mind). The plate-smeared hollandaise was smooth, voluminous, and packed a mustard punch that ran along the very precipice of delightful, edging a spiralling demise into mustard overload.
All round, scrumptious - a bene 8.3 / 10. Were the bacon a little crunchier and the rosti more crisp, we'd have been on a quick trip to a crippling addiction. Final arbitration reveals a madrosti_ score of 8.2 / 10.