Never was there a more aptly named eatery for this Mother-Daughter duo than Two Little Pigs Charcuterie & Grind. The brainchild of a pair of cousins looking to combine their love of coffee and pork, this spanking new installment on Sydney Road delivers – dangerously so – on both fronts.
Simplicity and nods to nonna’s house reign in this café-deli hybrid with white-washed brick walls, cheery yellow saucers, tiles that wouldn’t look out of place in the Brady household and a string of drying meats hanging from the brick arch. The menu announces Two Little Pigs’ arrival as bacon big wigs; you’ll find no ordinary oinkers here. Instead expect thick and mouthwatering cuts tempting enough to seduce even sometime-vegetarians off the vege-train and into a plate of perfectly rendered pork. A must try for carnivores and herbivores alike are the Doughcakes – only available on Tuesdays – the love child of doughnuts and fluffy hotcakes. Spear your knife into the middle of these cakes, as fluffy as they are big, to find hot jam, lemon curd or Nutella; some even come with candied bacon icecream. No, that wasn’t a typo. There is such a thing as candied bacon icecream and it is brilliant.
I like to think I have a sixth sense when it comes to pork belly; I can sense when it’s on the menu and swoop faster than a magpie to a bottlecap. In reality, I’m just a speedreader who darted through the menu and called dibs on my choice before Mother got the chance. It was long before my (carefully planned) forethought paid off; never have I seen such a swanky version of green eggs and ham. A slab of succulent pork belly, swimming in a pool of velvety green veloute, was indulgent and rich; a thin layer of come-hither crackling gave that sought-after crunch and had Mother reaching across the table to swipe a piece. A pair of poached-to-popping eggs sat to one side, the yolk oozing into the veloute to create a soup-like sauce; a pinch of julienned dried angel hair chillis added a stringy mouth-feel and a hint of heat. It was difficult to mop up the veloute with slices of already-juicy pork and gooey egg; the wedges of buttered sourdough – some of the best toast I’ve had – sopped up some but not all.
Mother looked up from her freshly delivered breakfast saying, ‘I might need a torch to eat this,’ – not because the portion was small, but because the plate and its contents were so dark. On a earthy brown plate sat a dark slice of rye toast, slivers of cured jamon and a splodge of deep purple cabbage; the poached eggs and cascade of creamy hollandaise stood out like beacons against a shadowy backdrop. The intense colour of the sweet cabbage was matched by its intense flavour; it dominated the other elements on the plate and overpowered the salty serano. When paired with anything else, the sticky cabbage braise took control; to combat this Mother was compelled to push it to one side and savour each element individually. Tucked beneath the beautifully runny eggs were the thin shavings of jamon – one of Mother’s favourites – which immediately had her back in a Madrid tapas bar. Mother loved the intense meaty flavour from the jamon and was disappointed there wasn’t more. The apple cider hollandaise was thick and slightly tart. Mother was only able to stomach little smears of the sauce as it quickly became too rich for her palate. Likewise, Mother was unable to finish the dense rye.
Two Little Pigs boasts an impressive coffee line up with a single origin, pour-over and filtered. They also have their own signature house blend. My strong café latte was lovely, creamy and the perfect temperature to be nursed as I seriously debated ordering a serving of the Doughcakes. Mother’s long black had a good crema and while it wasn’t particularly robust, it was smooth with delicate notes.
Straight from the Mother This little piggy will be trotting back to Two Little Pigs – with or without Daughter. If I was to have the jamon bene again though, I’ll have to ask for a sharper knife: there were moments where I thought my meal would shoot off the plate and onto the table as I struggled cutting into the cured meat and bread with a not-so-pointy bread knife.
Two Little Pigs Charcuterie and Grind
146 Sydney Road, Brunswick
(03) 9939 4042