Down by the river at the market can actually be quite a balmy spot on a wintery Saturday morning, a nice spot to perch on some granite with a coffee, a pause in your marketings. So it really sucks to find the coffee expensive and worse, bland. This coffee machine and patisserie stall combo is on the riverside of the markets. There is a coffee van covering the southern side of the markets. Both have queues. [Read more →]
Wasn’t sure if it was till or table service, so I was somewhat amused to receive table service standing at the till. 1 min 17 seconds. Not bad. There are a number of cafes here where you can sit within spit of the Bay, enjoy the glint of sun reflecting from the clear waters and gaze dreamily at those tollgate islands.
Sometimes I wonder how many location scouts have acquired an image of these roiling for a pirate film to be.
The interior of this particular Guru is like a public toilet with some commercial fridges sitting around like daleks.
The staff seem to have been press-ganged from the local high school bus stop and behave such.
There’s more than one coffee vendor at the newly expanded with knobs on it Moruya Saturday Market. This van based effort sports a young blues guitarist plying his trade amongst scattered chairs and crates.
I did try for a coffee here at Easter however the queue started at the airport so I did a uey.
I actually smiled. A very rare event. However it wasn’t the coffee bringing this freak eruption to my lips. It was the tiny wren perched defiantly on my camera case.
It’s a pleasant wake up. Not a Gibraltan Pigeon, not an English Sparrow, not a German Cockroach, not a Norwegian Rat (the usual unpaid wildlife associated with a cafe).
Being the only place open is no excuse for slack coffee. Good coffee is important for this cafe as it is essentially a roadstop for most of the custom. There are a lot of idiot drivers on the road to Batemans Bay; particularly in summer or most Friday arvos.
OK, I think it’s about bicycles. There’s one in the window.
This place provides water which is a must do. If only the coffee was better. Rank, stale, drowning in its own carbon dioxide.
Most other things about this cafe pass. Kind of.
This island in Canberra’s pedestrian freeway sits in the stream approaching the entrance of the Canberra Centre that faces Mount Ainslie. You know, where they cut down all the trees to put the place up. [Read more →]
Watch out for the Dragon Lady they said. I have no idea what they meant.
I must say I came in pumped, a little short of time and festering with the hunger to exterminate mediocrity. [Read more →]
The word “clutter” comes to mind. Several other words come to mind when the coffee takes more than four and a half minutes to arrive.
No visible heaters warming any of the mostly cruddy furniture outside. d more →]
As good as it gets. Rainwater, hand-ground beans, clean air and sound-track by lyrebird. Italian stove-top on hardwood embers.
As reliable as it gets anyway. If you’re making a pot of stovetop for yourself, at least the result is assured. Good strong ESpresso.
Given you know what you’re doing.
I mean no-one was going to put a cafe in the window of David Jones 20 years ago.
The coffee could be a lot better. The position of this cafe is probably wise. In the pedestrian flow of Civic there’s a slow spot here. It was already accumulating dead leaves and half dead meth addicts waiting to use the public phone.
The service wasn’t slow, but given many clientelle would be on their recession length lunch break; could be faster. The coffee is like the decor. Bland corporate. Both probably better off in the hopper.
I have no doubt a good cafe will evolve here. It’s a natural meeting place.
But dude. There’s not a lot of respite with white laminex and molded plastic chairs. Ick.
Awesome coffee. Suprised? So was I.
Why Pialligo? Apples. It’s still apple season. In the island of old Canberra farming that is Pialligo, nestles a bevvy of orchards selling direct. [Read more →]
