Ripe for the Harvest

My family (minus one) is up visiting me from Melbourne for the weekend and I thought there'd be no better way to spend our Saturday morning then a little drive to Byron, well not Byron; Newrybar. 

Where the feck is Newrybar, you may ask. 15 kilometres (10 minutes) from Byron Bay, I say. 

The quaint little town is becoming a bit more of a household name since the introduction of Harvest Cafe; situated in one of the towns 1900's historic cottages. Not to mention the refurbished adjoining 99 year old bakery and even more recently the Harvest Deli. 

There is something for every food lover. Homely breakfast, lunch or dinner (Thursday, Friday, Saturday) next to their open fire place or on their enormous balcony over looking the vegetable patches. A bakery that offers freshly baked bread and pastries daily and a selection of meats and cheeses in the deli to fill the yummiest of picnic baskets. 

Unfortunately when it came to breakfast, I had what every eater dreads; orderer's regret! Due to the popularity of the cafe, we had to sit outside, I thought the porridge would be the best way to warm my insides. I was mistaken, the porridge wasn't much hotter than me. 

My company on the other hand were extremely pleased (and I was sure to give a second opinion on every dish). Mum mmm'd her way through the Israeli baked eggs while Dad, Ned and Nick all hoed into the Farmgate Breakfast (pork and fennel sausages, roasted cherry tomatoes, mushrooms and poached eggs on a bed of polanta- take that as a gourmet Big Breaky). 

Beetroot and tumeric juice.
Curry juice? Tastes good but.   

Shimmy's Israeli baked eggs 

The boy's Farmgate Breakfast 

We left sufficiently stuffed, with just enough room for a cheeky pain au chocolat from the bakery of course. 

One happy piggy customer 

Mum and Ned heading for a peruse of the deli