The Spare Room — Restaurant in Adelaide

I ordered the big stack of pancakes. Got three flat and chewy pancakes, a tablespoon of berries (still mostly frozen) , a drizzle of maple syrup and a spray of aerosols whipped cream. When I asked about the icecream it was advertised to come with I was told, with no apology, that there was none today. To say that my expectations were not met is an understatement. Bland, tasteless and certainly NOT a big stack. $15.90 down the drain. Service was slow and the cafe only had a couple of other tables occupied. Staff were disinterested and not friendly. They didn't have enough knives and didn't even bring one over to me with my 'meal'. My brunch companion was equally unimpressed with his bacon and egg breakfast. Rubbery eggs and one dismal shortcut piece of bacon. Over priced and...

Disappointing. Won’t be back. Luke warm milky++ coffee in the wrong sized cup too large for the shots - despite ordering double shot & requesting smallest cup. Breakfast big brother bacon egg sandwich - mouth tearing generic toast with sweet pickled chutney & rubbery over cooked broken yolk eggs - mayb source a nice caramelized onion jam & put some effort into what u server up guys! Had to pay extra for some sides, with one waitress apologizing there was no mushrooms left & almost at same time some sad limp wet muchrooms were delivered in a little bowl. I’ll give 1 point as the bacon wasn’t greasy & was cooked nicely. If you’re looking for a tasty treat for brunch & have some benchmark in your love of food then don’t bother taping your $40...

If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, then The Spare Room is basically a life coach. The coffee? Always top-tier—like it was brewed by someone who truly cares about your caffeine needs. The food? Delicious every single time, as if the chef has sworn an unbreakable oath to the Breakfast Gods. And the service? Faster and friendlier than your grandma when she finds out you're finally eating something nutritious.

One thing’s for sure: this place is never empty. It’s like the secret’s out, and the whole of Adelaide is in on it. So, unless you enjoy hovering awkwardly by the entrance like a lost tourist, do yourself a favor—book a table. Your stomach...