
We were in Chinchilla for the iconic Melon Festival. We spent Saturday participating in all the melon-themed activities- melon skiing, melon bungy, melon ironman, and melon pip spitting competitions. I left that day with melon everywhere- in my hair, in my pockets, and between my toes. I was glad to be heading back to the motel for a hot shower!
Brunch was on the cards. After a lie in at our motel, we headed off on a search for a cafe. Shouldn't be hard to find, a cafe on a Sunday. It proved a little more difficult than expected, however eventually we were directed to Cafe Arabica.
The cafe was bustling. We took a seat, and selected our breaky My boyfriend had a basic bacon, eggs and toast, with a smogasboard of sides, in his attempt to create a Chinchilla 'big breakfast'. With all the sides I had to remember to order, it wasn't a surpirse that I forgot one!. He paired this incredible ensemble with a caramel milkshake.
I had egg, toast and tomatoes, and a delicious coffee. I really needed a pick me up- my body was exhausted my feats at the Melon Festival.
We had to keep swatting away the flies, and it was pretty hot, but this was the outback, I reminded myself.
Cafe Arabica didn't have much on it's menu, but it was an absolute find. Who would have thought we'd be brunching in Chinchilla?