School of 7 Bells, sharing the same name as the mythical school in Colombia that teaches children to pickpocket. The final exam being the thieves are faced with a teacher in a suit, lined with pockets and rigged with seven bells. The thieve’s have to pick the suit clean without ringing a single bell and if they fail… I’ll leave that up to your imagination.
School of 7 bells is the complete opposite, a small but surprisingly spacious cafe with seating lining the walls, leaving plenty of space for activities in the middle which you’ll need after you have THE BEST COFFEE in all of Chapel Street. And dare I say it .. Australia? Yes, I’m making the claim now.
The chef is taking brunch classic and adding his interesting twist; The Omelette – rosemary mushrooms, grapes, feta, pickled enoki served with ciabatta bread. The cafe also gets an extra point for putting the word sanga (sandwich) on the menu.
I can’t go past a good bruschetta so I couldn’t pass up the breakfast bruschetta at The School of 7 Bells – House made sun-dried tomato pesto, avocado, goat’s cheese, kale flakes, balsamic glaze, poached egg served on ciabatta.
The pesto was zingy with strong tomato and basil flavours, paired with tart creamy goats cheese, the perfect poached egg and topped with crispy slightly bitter kale flakes was a texture and flavour bomb.
Before I left I obviously had to get another one of the best coffee’s in the world and a coconut doughnut to sip and munch away whilst I wander down Chapel Street. The doughnut was terrible and that’s putting it nicely. The white chocolate outside was super hard and tasted old, the actual inside tasted more like an old dry cake. I’m going to go out on a limb and say the doughnuts aren’t made there so I’ll let it slide this time.