It’s hard not to be intrigued by a quirky name for a café such as Egg Of The Universe. What could they possibly mean? Is it a reference to a book, film, song, or some literature I’m not aware of? Curious, and hungry, we stumbled in to find a décor that is at home with nature, tree barks on the walls, wooden tables and chairs, coupled with independent or alternative easy listening tunes. Like the décor, the staff were down to earth and left us to our own devices in choosing our seats. Once seated, we were quickly handed the menus on a little clipboard.
When a place is called Egg of the Universe, how can I forego the Bacon & Eggs? Designed to break down the fats, the pickle juice shot tasted like a French salad dressing sans oil, zesty with a sweet note to it, a sobering reminder of an unhealthy meal I’m about to gorge on. Rashers of Feather and Bone bacon just crackled with an audible crunch as I chewed its crispy flesh, unleashing a tour de force of porcine goodness. Against the backdrop of an eternally toasty whey & rye sourdough, the egg yolks’ gaze broke into tears as I pierced into its eyes that tasted svelte with fennel seeds lifting my palette to a rustic space while pickled ginger pieces brought me back to where I started, ready to do it all over again – and I did. This time, with the house fermented ketchup, bursting with a rich tomato flavour without the unpleasant acidic aftertaste of ordinary ketchup. I’ve achieved nirvana!
I felt guilty for abandoning my plate of heaven as I sampled the plainly named Avocado, Tomato (with organic poached eggs added). I can tell you now, this dish is not plain – in fact, it reminds me of a Kandinsky with streaks of herby pesto (basil, oregano and hemp) and splashes of olive oil, crescents of tomatoes and avocado lay interspersed on slices of sourdough nesting the poached eggs resembling a lot like a womb. Indeed, it is the egg that gives birth to this dish, gushing from it a river of orange yolk, seeping into the sourdough enriching the creamy yet herbal pesto, tangy tomatoes with the buttery avocado rounding off the palette. There’s a lot going on but it just works on so many levels.
Cleansing my palette with the Raw Hot Chocolate felt like tasting the primordial soup from which chocolate was born: milky, frothy, and mildly bitter with a subtle starchy tinge. Then it dawned on me, unlike other cafes, this was a temple for your tastebuds where it goes to meditate and reflect on what you’ve eaten, to journey to the ends of the universe and back. Maybe, the cosmic egg we live in came before the cosmic chicken in the heavens. Or maybe, that’s just the hemp inside the pesto talking to me.
~ Jambon Cochon