Yum with a chance of a wait is the fore­cast at this city eatery

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Rude Boy


It’s a clear spring day when we ar­rive at Sale St’s hot new eatery and the sun is stream­ing through Rude Boy’s glass frontage. In sum­mer, that might make things a lit­tle sweaty for pun­ters. Thank­fully, the shop is split in two by a gi­ant counter, be­hind which are cooler, more pri­vate din­ing spots. Don’t ex­pect to sit down for long: once you’ve cho­sen from a re­ally quite large brunch menu, you’ll need to get in the queue with those or­der­ing sand­wiches, slices, quiches and treats from Rude Boy’s packed cabi­net. That’s right, de­spite of­fer­ing an ex­ten­sive menu in­clud­ing plenty of op­tions past the $ 20 mark, there’s no ta­ble ser­vice at Rude Boy. Dur­ing busy lunchtimes, that can mean a bit of a wait. To­day, hav­ing al­ready had a prob­lem with this ex­act is­sue, we got there early to avoid the rush.


We order salmon eggs bene, which the menu says come on a char­coal bagel. Ap­par­ently this was “un­sus­tain­able” so it’s been re­placed with toast. “Is that a deal­breaker?” asked the waiter. It wasn’t: the dish came beau­ti­fully plated, the soft salmon dressed with pick­led onions, radish and mi­cro­greens sprin­kled over per­fectly cooked eggs. From the cabi­net, we grabbed a risotto ball in­fused with mush­rooms and blue cheese. It was a lit­tle dry, but we solved that is­sue by us­ing it to mop up the egg yolks. The cof­fee was very strong, with bonus latte art. They do a great range of dece­dent slices in the cabi­net too: gi­ant chunks of white and dark rocky road, a mint green co­conut slice, gooey caramel slice and chunky choco­late brownie. We couldn’t re­sist and shared a “Snick­ers” slice. It sure was sat­is­fy­ing.


This is where Rude Boy lets it­self down. We had to fetch our own menus and wa­ter, our dishes ar­rived 10 min­utes apart and no one asked us if we wanted any­thing else. If they had, we prob­a­bly would have or­dered at least one more of those cof­fees. The music needs work too: late- 90s pop hits at full force vol­ume. It gets worse: at the time of writ­ing, Rude Boy has zero on­line pres­ence: no web­site, no Face­book pro­file, no Google Map pin. Some early re­views sug­gest when it first opened, the plan was to con­tinue through with a din­ner ser­vice. I’d call them and ask if that’s still hap­pen­ing, but I can’t find their phone num­ber. Boy, that’s just plain rude.

Rude Boy 34 Sale St, Auck­land Open: 7 days, 6.30am-4pm We spent: $56 for two.

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