Kelly's Bakery — Restaurant in Korumburra

My first visit to Kelly's Bakery was last Wednesday, returning from a holiday.

The croissants were perfect, but the coffee was not hot enough. The bakery had a nice vibe, with people seeming to enjoy themselves, and most staff giving the appearance that they were happy to be at work.

I would have given five stars if I hadn't the misfortunate of being served by Patricia (name advised by the barista), who spoke so quickly and seemed very stressed. No friendly welcome or tone throughout.

Also, I asked for two croissants, dependant on the price and she returned from the kitchen with both already bagged and ready for sale. Her curt manner was dismissive, and I later noticed her speaking to other customers in the same way.

Staff with her people skills should be relegated to tasks which don't necessitate contact...

I regularly get a pie and coffee from here with no complaints in the past. Today 12/10/21 they lost my future business. My wife ordered coffee with no sugar. When received and tasted the coffee it was extremely sweet hence sugar had been added by a staff member. My wife went back to see if she could get the coffee replaced, get the correct no sugar soy latte she originally ordered. Nobody else in the shop only three girls behind the counter ignoring my wife and she had to ask if she could get some service. One girl finally arrived and my wife explained the situation to her and was rudely replied to saying it must be the soy milk and cant do anything about it, as that it is the soy milk which has a lot of sugar in it as supplied by their supplier. She has purchased many soy latte there before with no...

When I head into the Sth Gippsland hills, I know I will be passing Kelly's Bakery. I used to try and fight the urge to patronise under the guise of health. But that was when I was old, I am so much younger now. On this morning visit, breakfast was on my mind. I got your basic scrambled eggs on toast and a long black. My mind was cast adrift to foggy mornings staying at my Grandmas house. The combustion heater, the woolen jumper, the morning hug and of course, the plate of eggs she would prepare for me. A no nonsense meal that provided fuel for the pilgramage head on the rail trail. A couple of bee stings for later on and I was a content wayfarer. Kelly's ......don't ever get cranky and close. Your service to wayfarers has not...