After waiting for a table at Toast and then at the Sentinel and then being told it would be 30 minutes to actually receive a caffeine injection ... it occurred to me ... BIVOUAC! Saturday morning around 10.30 and were sitting out the front sipping lattes on William Street by 10.35 ahhhhh. Perfect! There is nothing worse than someone eyeing off your table as you get your breakfast willing you to scoff and run .. actually there is something worse ... being the eyeballing asshole.

I am possibly Bivouac's biggest fan of late. A mixture of staff whom I just LOVE, food that never fails and good honestly priced booze. I love that the menu changes often enough to keep things interesting but I can say "omg you have to try this" and not frown. We opted for the eggs and bouzy combos.

The Bloody Marys were so pretty with a punchy kick of horseradish. I ordered a Salute the Sun with a poached egg and Baron Gutter had the Gypsy Baked Eggs which were perfectly cooked with googy egg.

Please visit Bivouac for a tasty, no fuss, NO FKING LINE, kinda breakfast. The best kind.