Have you ever seen something so inherently genius that you can’t fathom the fact it has never existed before? Piccolo Me is not just another cafe quenching the unending thirst of Melbourne’s coffee addicts. No, Piccolo Me holds the answer for exactly what happens when two things that are awesome combine and create a product that is diabolically sinful.
Piccolo holds the Croissant burger. I’ll let that sink in for a moment. Folks, this is how super villains are born. This is Piccolo Me’s origin story and The Hungry Moustache is going to eat it.
Piccolo Me houses a decent menu has you would with any cafe worth it’s salt based in Melbourne’s CBD. Have I mentioned they do donut burgers? What about a burger involving peanut butter, nutella and jam ice cream? I know, these guys are crazy and they have brought their success from Sydney to Melbourne. But, enough talk. On to the food!
- The croissant burger is everything you would expected and more. Oily fingers, moist beef and an immense mouthful of meat juices with the flakey croissant making sure to shorten your life span by a couple of years. It’s a messy affair… but when are burgers not messy? There is an option of switching to a normal bun or hot dog roll if you’re counting your macros (or like being alive). Totally recommended for the novelty factor!
- PFC (Piccolo fried chicken): Mr. Brunswick loves his fried chicken and the chicken here is delicious. The bird was nicely battered and juicy. Bung in a hash brown and you’re gonna have a good time. Recommended!
- Admittedly, I only have myself to blame but I wasn’t a fan of the food coma that followed after downing a croissant with double patties with cheese and fries loaded with more cheese.
Despite the heaviness of our meal, Piccolo Me was a delicious experience. The staff are accommodating with an air of confidence that you’re in good hands. I definitely got piccolo’d. Hard.
3.5 moustaches out of 5!