The European

Some Sundays brunch at ‘the local’ just doesn’t do the trick. Kitsch mismatched crockery and linoleum decor have their place, but some occasions call for something a little more la-di-da. One such occasion is the engagement of two brunching connoisseurs of this very blog, whose refined palates for eggswithsides called for a celebratory brekky somewhere a little special. The European was the perfect location for such an event.
The star of Spring St, The European is one of the CBD’s best breakfast haunts and with hordes of swanky tourists, Parliament politicos and other Paris-end types clamouring for a seat, getting a table can be a little tricky. Fortunately, The European’s boozy sister next door, City Wine Shop, will happily serve up a latte while you wait.

Classic culinary fare is the order of the day - no gluten/dairy/fun-free polenta concoctions or fritter frenzies here. Instead, croque monsieurs and crispy bacon sides are all perfectly complemented by the french champagne our festive feast required. Indulgent eggs atlantic and benedict had lashings of rich hollandaise that was a buttery delight (even if a post-poached nap was required to recover from it after!). The goats cheese omelette is another delectable European treat of note. Quality and class all the way.
The meal was certainly enhanced by the bubbly, and whilst not a venue for those on a budget, it’s a luxury to be a little lavish, now and then. With swanky interiors, or street-side dining whilst spying on the bridal parties posing for pics at Parliament House, The European is the perfect spot for fancy breakfast dining.
The Brew: 7
The Grub: 8
The Mood: 9











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