Just a block from West Coast Highway, you’ll find the buzzing café Tropico – where it’s not unusual to have to wait for a table. Chef and I waited about 20 minutes on a Friday brunch, which we didn’t mind too much, since we’d expected it. The interior has a cool, coastal vibe about it. There’s a tall communal table, but we opted to sit in the corner, where it is a tad quieter. There is also an outdoor veranda with plenty of seating.
I love a juice and ordered the “punch love”. The cold press juice is a concoction of pineapple, granny smith apple, kale, lemon and ginger. It was a little too punch-y, there was far too much ginger in it, to the point my throat felt like it was burning!
I chose the wood roasted mushrooms ($22). Two perfectly poached eggs sat upon a bowl of roasted mushrooms, which were tasty, but a tad watery for my liking. The Basil pesto gave the mushrooms some oomph and I relished mopping up the runny yolk with the fresh artisan sourdough.
