I don’t have brunch near my place, but I do have yum cha, aka Asian brunch. At least, I did until the place reopened as a Malaysian restaurant. So now I don’t even have that. So it completely baffles me why Chris doesn’t have Sunday brunch at Jackson Dodds every day of the week. Things haven’t changed much since my inaugural visit a couple years ago, but the menu is now two pages long, and more temping than ever. And that’s not even including the specials and the muffin of the day. Despite its success however, Jackson Dodds has retained its homely, family-friendly feel. The staff are still down-to-earth, and the smell of bacon is still all-pervading.
What did Reservoir do right to have a place like Jackson Dodds in the neighbourhood? This small but extremely-lauded cafe was awarded Best Brunch Spot of the Year by the Age, and I’ve yet to see a negative review on it. The only downside is that it’s ridiculously far from my end of town, but thankfully it’s just up the road from Chris' place, so I can easily head back there for a nap afterwards.