Little Collins

Melbourne-grade brunch and daytime drinking on a quiet Pijp side street.

Named for a Melbourne laneway and run with proper Australian brunch discipline, Little Collins has been the reason people set weekend alarms in De Pijp for over a decade. The kitchen treats breakfast as actual cooking rather than toast assembly: smashed avocado with the right chilli-lime jolt, a bacon-egg-and-cheese that outclasses its deli ancestors, cinnamon brioche French toast engineered for table envy, and specials that borrow freely from Asia and the Middle East. The flat whites are correct, the bloody marys arrive without judgment before noon, and the narrow room hums like a good dinner party that started early. No reservations, so the Saturday queue is part of the liturgy, go on a weekday, or arrive at opening and watch the street wake up over a long, boozy, unhurried mid-morning.

The cinnamon brioche French toast, with a bloody mary alongside if the day allows.

Photo: Little Collins