Rabbit'ole

The Rabbit Hole

Corner Clifton & Jervois Roads

Herne Bay

Don't sleep!
Seems a vintage satchel-full of new boutique cafetoriums and eateries have sprung up overnight in our neck of...

More fodder for sarchastic web-loggers.

The Rabbit Hole (heretofore referred to as The Hole) is amongst this latest germination. It's at the far flung Bayfield School (alumnus, guilty) end of the Jer-vois, in what used to be some kind of bespoke jewellery studio called James. It's a low key affair, with a sun-ripened back deck, pon which you can enjoy the kai that's on offer.

The Hole appears to be patronised by quite a specific demographic... Namely upper-middle-class, upper-middle-aged Herne Burrough-ers. Interesting foil the organo-gluten-free-option-soy-chai skewed menu.

We waddled in, lowering the tone (myself especially) to squint at what was on offer. The counter girl had the air of someone who hadn't fully returned from the other side of the looking-glass, vaguely greeting us and then returning to staring into the middle distance.
J ordered the calamari, B eggs on toast, and I stuck my kneck out and copped the Green Chilli Scramble.

The plates were acceptable, arriving fairly promptly, if a little smaller portion-wise than what we're accustomed to. The Scramble was an interesting flavour combo of scrambled eggs, green chilli (no shit!) capers and designer leaves, and was deceptively filling. A supplementary side of Saus was defo unnecessary.

Mixed reviews on the coffee. I found mine OK. B's was too bitter to finish. J drinks mochas so his opinion is irrelevant.
"Make mine a fluffy to go, thanks..."

Bottom line is we're unlikely to return, making The Hole a Miss.

Peace to Lewis Carrol.

Capital Times' Review 3/7/11 can be seen here...