The décor of this poky locals haunt may very well take you back to Grandma’s funky ’50s kitchen. Old table cloth material of sunburst orange and browns has been mounted on to the walls. Teapots are nuzzled in home knitted cosies and the sugar canisters are pure retro.

The food is home-style too, with a chunky American edge. French toast comes with maple butter, baked apple and bacon; thick and filling pancakes are topped with chunky strawberry and banana. And if you’ve got the appetite, you’re in luck. The grand platters at Fandango come stacked sky high. The small of stomach could easily share these three ways!

Nothing beats a greasy strip or two of bacon to start the day and this menu is heavy with it. But vegetarians need fear not; there are a few variations available and a refreshing take on poached eggs that includes a deliciously tangy beetroot and fetta relish with a side of mushies.

Aside from the variations on organic eggs with accompanying chunk of sourdough, the bircher muesli with poached fruit and yogurt is a welcome fave.

Staff are affable, generous with their small talk in between rushing plates of eggs around, and are each decked out with a cute retro apron. They keep a keen eye on your water supply and let you know how long the dishes will take. A half an hour wait goes more smoothly when you’re warned in advance and have a chance to indulge in some fine organic fair trade coffee.

Outside tables cater for the needs of smokers and dogs that are small enough to fit onto the footpath. There’s also a room for overflow out the back. As with many of the traditional style breakkie cafes though, there’s no menu option for the gluten intolerant. This hip inner-suburban spot suits the hungry and hungover.

Oh, and if you can squeeze into a pair of tight black jeans, you’ll fit right in with the regulars at Fandango.