Fromage the Cow

I love cheese, so much. It's like one of my food catch phrases, "I'm lactose intolerant and I love cheese." That's because cheese has low lactose and I've still got some lactease enzyme floating around in my guts. Anyway, K., and I went to Fromage the Cow after night shift one day to celebrate life.

It's in Milton and parking is shit. Be forewarned, the entire suburb is 2P and the parking dudes are vigilant.

See the cow and find a park nearby

This is their cheese fridge. I thought it would be way bigger like the entire store would be dedicated to cheese. A cheese wonderland if you may, where the walls are cheese and the floors are cheese and the furniture is cheese, a cheese version of Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. I definitely think Pennisi's cuisine has a larger variety of cheeses although the parking there is just as abysmal.

I was expecting more?

They have a fireplace!

Empty

K., ordered an English breakfast which I wisely guessed to be three cups exactly. I like the simple design of the teapot set.

Tiny blue milk pitcher

You can find their menu here. FYI the items we ordered are no longer available. They also do toasted sandwiches, have a bar, they do dinners and have fancy dinner nights as well. The time that I went, they were advertising for a raclette night. K., got their three cheese open faced omelette which came with a tomato salsa and toasted Turkish bread. It was amazingly cheesy, slightly gooey still and definitely gave me food envy. This is one of the few times that I picked a dud dish. We both commented that open faced omelettes were a clever idea since you don't have to mess around with flipping them. All you have to do is left the bottom set and serve!

Delicious

I got the brie en cocotte, French baked eggs with pumpkin and morcilla. I hated this dish, I couldn't get any hint of cheese in my baked eggs at all, barring the bits of rind I fished out, the yolks were hard boiled and the whites had cooked to the point where they were inedible and rubbery. The pumpkin was finely diced as were the pieces of morcilla. The piece of bread I got was an immensely dense doorstop piece of bread, delicious and a greater component of my meal than the eggs were for sure.

The other thing that happened was my morcilla came still wrapped in its protective paper. I couldn't find any serving staff until our meal had ended. When I alerted the manager to it, they offered me an extra coffee or drink but I refused since I had already had a large mug. I went on to buy some cheese with the manager hovering over us and explaining all the cheeses. When we went to finalise our purchases he left and I don't think the other serving staff had gotten wind of our food mishap. We didn't get anything taken off our meals or a discount. An effort was made at rectifying their mistake I guess, but I'm still kinda disappointed.

Blerg

Fromage the Cow
Atmosphere: 6, cute little place, I'd love to see their fireplace in use in winter!
Service: 4, a bit lacklustre. Difficult to find anyone and poor communication with what happened with my meal.
Food: 6, would probably be higher if I hadn't picked the baked eggs. I wouldn't give these guys a second shot though, that part of town is too much of a pain to get to and I can get more cheese at Pennisi.