First, The Farm. The Farm is indeed a farm, albeit a farm that has done deportment classes and then returned in a brand new power suit that says without an inkling of wonder “I am here to make a fucking mark on this place”, and maybe just a little “touch me, you know you want to touch me”.
There was and still is a lot of hype surrounding The Farm. I’m talking a serious amount of hype. Like, restaurants in this area open and close all of the time and there is a fucking shit load to choose from but never, and I mean never, have I seen this sort of hype for a restaurant… CSG get’s this sort of hype, yes, but a farm-slash-restaurant, no.
The short version of what I’ve heard goes something like this; Some one with some money they got from selling hand-bags bought a derelict old farm on the road into Byron Bay and turned said farm into a living breathing eco-mass of crops, chooks for egg production, pigs and cows for eating, cheese production, a restaurant that would not be serving bacon on it’s breakfast menu, a bakery, a florist and farm shop, permaculture things and some other stuff.
Hype or no hype, do what you will with the rumors and the stories and the unconfirmed sighting of the half goat half man who lives amongst the ginger crops, we went out to this place for breakfast, to eat the food and either confirm or deny the allegations that there was in fact no bacon to be sighted on the breakfast menu…
And then we went to breakfast at Three Blue Ducks @ The Farm.
The Three Blue Ducks are not actual blue ducks, they are in fact skin coloured people. These skin coloured people have packed their bags and headed up from their mother Sydney to bring their good, wholesome eating recipe to the chefs-dream setting of The Farm in Byron Bay and indeed brought with them a slick-assed restaurant operation and more enamel tableware then one could possibly poke even three sticks at.
It felt very classy. This-can’t-be-what-a-real-farm-looks-like type classy, city styles classy, hip-happening-now type classy but still laid back and tranquil type classy… it’s hard to explain. The atmosphere and the feeling that the guy/gal who sold the handbags didn’t spare a cost when creating this dream of a spot where the sum of its parts definitely made it all a very worthy experience and, if the atmosphere and the dream was the entrée, then the food from The Three Blue Ducks was both the literal and metaphorical main course and by golly it did not disappoint.
Upon viewing the breakfast menu we did indeed discover it was sans bacon. We queried this as all of us present at the table this fine morning seemed to be born from that same stock of generations of bacon lovers, and by damn if we didn’t get a satisfactory explanation sharpish I could almost guarantee a riot… or at least some harsh words… ok, we’d just choose something else. We’re not that damn hard to please.
With nary time for a breath, the waiter quickly told us how they were more interested in sustainable farming practices (some what of a catch-cry) and using the whole pigs from the farm so, to avoid the surplus meat they would have if they served bacon at breakfast, our smoky cured porky friend took the bench and they subbed in a pulled pork fritter type thing. A really tasty pulled pork fritter type thing…
We had a great morning full of great friends enjoying a great setting, great coffee and a great breakfast, albeit a slightly exy one, with no bacon to be seen. Even though there may be a few glitches in the service and speed of delivery, it is their first week of operation and they are kicking goals all over place, so someone who likes to imagine things would imagine it could only get better and better. Also, they have defo missed the mark with a few of the price points, but if 24 bucks for 1 sausage, 1 egg, beans and one piece of toast is a little exy for your pocket, you can still go and enjoy a coffee and some damn nice scenery… and try a loaf of that cracking Bread Social bread!
It’s a try it for yourself, see it to believe it type scenario that you should get onto right now.