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Review - Bodyfit Eats

The canary yellow exterior of Bodyfit Miranda is hard to miss. It takes up the lower part of an unusually stacked building, topped by the Metro Hotel.

As a consequence the crowd at the complex’s eatery, Bodyfit Eats, is a curious blend of gym types dressed in branded Bodyfit active wear, and hotel guests with suitcases.

It’s an attractive, modern and airy space – perhaps a bit too breezy on this cold, grey morning – with walls lined with blonde wood struts and fake greenery, and cushioned, gold basket chairs.

A counter takes up the length of one wall, with a long grey banquette extending along the other. Sports are playing on a large flat screen television, while Madagascar is being screened on a second television hovering over the gated kiddy pen.

While I admit I was a bit worried that I was going to be drinking protein shakes and eating salad for breakfast, owner Khalil Akka assured me that Bodyfit Eats has something for everybody. Five minutes later, there I was staring at a parade of tight glutes with The Hangover ($17.50) gripped in one hand. Oozing barbeque sauce, this brekky burger sees a Brasserie Bread milk bun packed to capacity with two eggs, double bacon, two hash browns, cheese and (if you ask me) a superfluous layer of avocado. It feels a bit cheeky, if you’ll pardon the pun, but proves Khalil’s point nicely.

By utilising Stonegrill technology, Khalil has made Bodyfit Eats at all day affair. Loaded brunch plates, like Halloumi Corn Fritters ($17.20), give way to lunchtime burgers and cook at the table fun. I find it hard to think about lunch when faced with this mountainous breakfast plate stacked high with corn-dense patties, avocado, quinoa, flash-fried kale, baba ghanoush, grilled halloumi and poached eggs, all drizzled with salsa. It’s tasty stuff, though the rocket and baby spinach leaves have seen better days.

Khalil has installed Shishir Kharel in his kitchen, boasting of his experience at Nulla Nulla, what he terms “Cronulla’s greatest café." Kharel also did time in the kitchens of the Shangri-La Hotel working as a line chef on banquets.

You’ll find he has put his own spin on the classic hotel breakfast favourite – Eggs Benny ($17.40) – by throwing seeded mustard into the Hollandaise sauce. You can customise it with bacon, salmon or an average ham slice, and your choice of bread.

Or you can skip bread completely and eat Kharel’s quirkier Avocado Eye ($22). Expecting some side-eye from my dining companion who passionately hates cooked avocado, I was surprised to find the egg-filled avocado halves had been very gently oven-baked, so as not to really heat them. So only order this one if you can cope with just-set egg. The corn-topped avocado eyes are sat on a home-style salad with asparagus and lean chorizo, lashed with so much sticky-sweet balsamic dressing I’m not even sure if you could call this dish healthy?

What I liked about Bodyfit Eats is that please-all food is generous and not a carbon copy of what you’ll find everywhere else. The coffee is solid without being remarkable across a large Latte ($4/large) and strong, small Flat White ($4). While you can have your protein shakes, there are also juices, like Sunset Punch ($6) - a slightly salty blend of beetroot, apple and carrot - that made me feel like I was at least participating in this whole Bodyfit caper a little bit.

Disclosure: I didn't do a workout.

Bodyfit Eats
522 Kingsway, Miranda
Ph: (02) 9531 0523

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