My long macchiato was impressive, as always. The Fig uses direct trade beans from St Ali in Melbourne and the beans are full flavoured and robust. One of these days I am going to try their grass-fed butter coffee to see what the fuss is about, though at $7.70 for a double, it’s a bit of a stretch.
Egg loves avocados, but as she so rightly put it, she can eat smashed avocado any time so why not try something she can’t eat any time? Yes indeedy, that’s why we dine out isn’t it? So it was the pumpkin and sweet potato rosti with rocket, tomatoes and balsamic for her. Whilst Egg had no complaints about her rosti, I could see it wasn’t the crispy version I adore, and it was a rather small mound buried under a mountain of salad. Egg loves salad so she was happy.
As a lover of mushrooms of all varieties, my mind was made up in seconds. The little darlings were sautéed with a hint of garlic, served hot with creamy, melty Brie, drizzled with truffle oil and served on a lightly toasted soft slice of ciabatta. Oh, and some healthy green stuff appeared too. Oh my. I’ve tried many versions of mushrooms on toast but this was an absolute winner. It was heaven on bread. I could have eaten another.
The Wild Fig gets an absolute drubbing from some people about their food and service, but I’ve always had pleasant experiences here. You can become a Fig Fave member, eat for free on your birthday, and accumulate points that can be exchanged for coffee or food. I like their philosophy about using free range and fair trade products, and supporting various humane projects. It is an ambient spot to park yourself for an hour or so in the morning with a coffee and the paper. And their toilet door is pretty funky too.