Weβd heard a bit of talk about this little cafΓ© in a little village in the big hinterland hills of the medium sized town of Byron Bay in the relatively expansive Northern Rivers region of New South Wales. When I say weβd heard a bit of talk I really mean weβd had excessive amounts of people asking us if weβd eaten there and these people would be genuinely surprised when we told them we hadnβt, and then they would insist to the point of almost being effing annoying that we should go there to eat.
As I had no desires to end up being pushed past the limit and get all postal on these peeps asses (and eventually be tried in a court of law and then locked away for the rest of my life in a cell with a large behemoth of a man known only as Bobby who I would eventually learn to love and later would marry and we would live our days out together in the cell we would call home), I opted for a visit to suss this place out for myself and finally put an end to the gasps and stares of disbelief because letβs face it, I get enough of those just walking down the street or through the ladies underwear section of the local K-Mart.
Straight up this breakfast was damn good. These guys do such a good job with their food in fact, they donβt even worry about using proper crockery and cutlery. They feed you on disposable plates, pour your coffee into paper receptacles and you even get to eat it with biodegradable forks or chopsticks. Someone who was more at home with the βproperβ way of life, with luxuries like ceramic crockery, some kind of metal cutlery and two ply toilet paper, may have kept on driving when they noticed the implements of consumption available at Doma. Why, they may not have even got out of their car to see past the vista of the old hall surrounded picnic benches and random old farming paraphernalia, but that is fine. They should go somewhere else because they are clearly simple and we wouldnβt want that shit rubbing off on us now would we. Also, it means there is more great food and less queues for the rest of us.
I had the Mt Fuji-Yama and although I expected my meal to appear adorned with a plastic Godzilla and little scared people figurines trying to escape over a pile of smoldering mushrooms, it arrived as the menu stated it would; Hayters Hill pork sausage, mushrooms, black olive, spinach, roast tomato and a poached organic egg on thick cut ciabatta toast (16.5). It was great, except I donβt really like mushrooms for breakfast so Iβm not sure what I was doing there. All still cooked well and tasty, just not really my thing. Maybe I had brushed past one of those people I was talking about in the last paragraph and a bit of their stupid rubbed off on me. Not to worry, a simple life is a good lifeβ¦
Jennee had the Doma Brekkie (15.8). Organic scrambled eggs, bacon, brown rice (a nice option for peeps who canβt do the bread thing), spinach, tomato, avocado and the secret weapon β the potato thing with tartar, otherwise known as the korroke. A potato hash brown type thing with a panko crumb that is fried so it is soft in the middle and so very deliciously crunchy on the outside, kind of croquette-ish, and then served with a big olβ dollop of tartar. I always new the Japanese were a smart race but thisβ¦ Pure genius. I am getting a plate of these things when I return.
Obi went for the BLAST (11.0). Which he says βwas very delicious, it looked yummy and was very tastyβ. I can positively agree with everything that young man said. Wise beyond his years with both words and choice of breakfast.
If Obi was wise with his choice then Seba was definitely the allβtime-really-effing-well-done-choice-of-the-day award recipient. He originally thought he was going for the BLAST but, when heading to the counter to order, he spied the massive pile of various nori roll creations and his smart brains (which he still had due to not rubbing up against the simple people) insisted he order a few of said items for his breakfast. It was damn good nori. Damn good. From the mouth of Seba himself he states, βit was great. I loved the fish sticks and it had mayo β my favourite sauce. The fish eggs were really niceβ. That kid is born to be king!
There is a relaxed vibe at Doma and Iβve heard you can be in for a bit of a wait when theyβre busy, but thatβs the sort of thing youβre going to get in the country. Doma is literally nestled in the rolling hills and quite frankly, when youβre out for a casual Sunday in the Byron hinterland you really shouldnβt be stressed if your breakfast is not on the table in ten minutes. If thatβs the sort of thing that is going to stress you out then you should definitely get in your car and go somewhere else. Somewhere far away from me. Like interstate.
And just to top it off this place is run by the cutest, politest crew of Japanese people. What more could you want? Honestly, these guys are so nice I wouldβve given them Pearl Harbourβ¦ is that too far? It doesnβt matter. This is another little hinterland gem that is restoring my faith in the food of the area. Go there. Go there now.
And try the potato thing. Get a whole damn plate of those potato things. They are effing awesome!
12 responses to “Doma Cafe, Federal, NSW”
That looks seriously yummy. I might have to give it a try when I’m across the ditch some time π
If you are ever in the area seriously do it!
pleased you went for the mt fuji.. when i was reading the menu i thought of that one.. shame it wasnt that good… the potato things sound real good!
Oh it was good. I just forgot I don’t like mushrooms…
i get funny over regular mushrooms… i get funnier over ‘non-regular’ mushrooms.. heheheh
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No Godzilla!? How happy would the sproglets have been? But the food and those korroke sounds ‘Totes amazeballs.’
I gotta admit I was I little disappointed about the Godzilla thing but the tastiness of the food more than made up for that. It was indeed totes amazballs π
Hilarious menu – our local caff doesn’t do imaginative titles like that, it’s just a .ist of items that can be fried ;-(
Yeah. This place is on the money if you want something different for breakfast! Cheers G π
I holidayed in Federal just recently, and yes that sushi from doma is an absolute cracker!
Everything we ate was a damn cracker! And it’s just a damn nice place to be π