Sweet Mother’s Kitchen
It was the second anniversary of my mother’s death so a hearty breakfast seemed in order. A brief search of Wellington’s finest spots revealed a place called Sweet Mother’s Kitchen. It felt like the appropriate place.
Having said that, my mother was neither sweet not did she have a sweet kitchen. She had many good and entertaining qualities but cooking was not one of them. The only meal she was actually half decent at cooking was Christmas dinner which kept her in the kitchen for hours and hours on her birthday, which I suppose was a relief from having to run after her brood but I suspect wasn’t her preferred way of celebrating.
Whatever the case, it was a breakfast burrito that lured me to Sweet Mother’s. Regular readers will recall that I’m no great fan of burritos, so perhaps it was a case of inherited masochistic tendencies bubbling to the surface.
The place is a really characterful diner with formica to the fore. I took up station at one of their counter seats. The menu is packed with what you might class as soul food. Perhaps after my time in Alabama later in the year I’ll know whether that’s a fatuous comment or not. One can only hope.
The burrito came with a standard filling of scrambled eggs, black beans and cheese, with sides of salsa and guac. I added additional potato hash and house-made spicy sausage to the interior of the wrap.
I sipped a good long black as my food was prepped to order. The burrito promptly arrived and looked quite the beast. I toyed with shoving it faceward but figured my early-day bleariness would contribute to total shirt destruction if I pursued that approach. Knife and fork it was.
It proved to be one of those dishes that would be absolute manna from heaven if you had a thumping hangover attacking every fibre of your being. Today most of my fibres were fairly vibrant so the slightly overcooked eggs and slightly lifeless guacamole were downsides on what was otherwise pretty good stuff. The house sausage packed a good kick.
So overall, Sweet Mother’s Kitchen was good fuel for my day ahead which directly after featured a climb up Mt. Victoria. In that sense it was a wise choice. But it didn’t rock my world. I suppose on a day when emotions were likely to be nearer the surface than usual, perhaps a non-exultant meal was probably safer for the watching crowds. When next you ride the bull at Dakota, this is your place. If you just have a late-night beer wearing the hat, head to Fidel’s instead.
Blythe scores Sweet Mother’s
3.5/5 for food
3.5/5 for presentation
4/5 for setting
3.5/5 for service
giving an overall 14.5/20
I ate: breakfast burrito with potato hash and homemade spicy sausage
I drank: espresso, water
I wore: black shirt
Total bill: $21
Address: Courtenay Place, Te Aro, Wellington