Before we talk about how good the avocado toast at Two Hands is, can we stop for a moment and talk about how good Two Hands, the movie, is?
Australian gangsters. The Star Hotel. “These Days.” Bryan Brown. Bondi Beach. The Monorail. Heath Ledger and Rose Byrne. It’s really a perfect little movie.
And Two Hands in Nolita is a perfect little cafe, light-filled and spacious, with art-lined exposed brick walls and a simple menu hand-written on shiny subway tiles. That Australian weekend staple of a bacon and egg roll gets the NYC treatment, shrunk to slider size with baked egg, bacon, tomato, spinach, feta and arugula on a soft Parisi Bakery bun. Fresh watermelon juice comes in a Mason jar with sweet striped straw.
And that avocado toast? It’s faultless. Wholesome toast with smashed avocado is anointed with pepper flakes and floral olive oil. It’s made to be washed down with a flat white while people-watching on the sidewalk bench.
I’ve seen Two Hands billed as a healthy cafe, but for Aussies, this will remind you of your local from back home, the place to catch up with friends, read the paper, fortify with a second flat white. It already feels like my local.
Two Hands, 164 Mott St.