An awkwardly timed flight home necessitates an awkwardly timed brunch before I leave. We make a haphazard reservation at Box Sociaal, and hope for the best. A bit more traditional Aussie brunch fare - George has an Eggs Benny And The Jets, Hazel has a Mexican-themed platter. I opt for the fried chicken and pancakes. Well. I say pancakes. When it says on the menu a “fat and fluffy pancake”, it is not a mistranslation. They really do mean a single, tall pancake. I get the idea, but it inevitably has too much stodge to it as a result, and the dish would have been better with the surface area of three individual pancakes. The chicken is fine but nothing special, I’d have liked a bit more breading to it. The chili and maple glaze is good if a little cool to the taste, and the fried egg does set it off quite nicely. Nothing special, but no disaster.