There’s something wholesome about a slice of pie. Buttery-rich pastry, homegrown fruit, scattered sugar, Grandma’s cooking, country life.
They’ve built a kit-home around a commercial kitchen where Christine can bake to her heart’s content and feed locals and passers-by.
If you are after a groovy, urban cafe experience, stay in Hobart. My Slice of Pie is like you’ve stopped in for morning tea with a second cousin or a great Aunt and one of the neighbours has popped in for a chat. It is a modern residence built on an exposed block, it’s neat and tidy and it’s staffed by locals that Christine says arrived unsolicited. The cafe will celebrate its second birthday in March this year.
You’ll find Devonshire tea, apple pie, cherry clafoutis and a French lesson at My Slice of Pie.
We arrived late morning and The Other Girl channeled her inner parent when This Girl chose the dessert instead of lunch. So we started by sharing the Ploughman’s lunch with two cups of soup for $21: the lunch is $15 and add $3 each per cup of soup. The soup was a robust bacon, pear, potato and broccoli complemented by a rustic, herbed damper. The lunch was satisfying with the soup, but otherwise it was a little light on to live up to its name.
My Slice of Pie seems to be servicing the locals well, some of whom arrive on horses they tether to bushes to munch on, so no one misses out.
My Slice of Pie is sign posted from the highway. You’ve probably driven by many times and wondered like we have.
Now our curiosity is satisfied. If you’re passing you might want to drop in. The coffee is the best in Mountain River. It’s probably the only coffee in Mountain River of course, but it is good.