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Coffee Bitch #77. Logans Cafe, Bungendore

Coffee Bitch

four beans

Logans Cafe, Bungendore

This cafe is in the street with the pubs. The best thing about is that it’s open.

A reliable source of espresso in a country town can be a big ask. As it is Logans provides a vital link in the espresso route to the coast from Canberra. You can pull up and cruise away with a coffee that should keep you busy most of the way to Braidwood.

The service is snappy and the coffee bearable. Logans is a cosy eaterie that is popular with the locals. On this occasion rock videos are playing and I think they offer internet. Freshly roasted would improve things a lot here, but being open 5pm Friday is a good start.

Chiffon #138. Life and Death


Life,  she comes and goes all the time. Recently I have had friends and acquaintances pop off. My own mother passed away a few years ago. My condolences go out to all those who are dealing with that issue of death, and congrats to all those celebrating due to the birth of another mouth to feed.

I, like a whole lot of people, have difficulty when it comes to death. Death is an unknown, open to speculation. We want to intellectualise it and understand it but we can’t so most focus on burying the subject.

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Coffee Bitch #76. My Cafe, Manuka

Coffee Bitch

three and a half beans

My Cafe, Manuka

Real estate agents call it the “Parisian cafe look”, which means the cafe has outside tables. And is snobby.

“My Cafe” nestles in the crutch of Manuka with views of a pedestrian crossing. Which means it’s in a slow spot. So is my coffee order. So it doesn’t matter that it is smooth, flavour ridden, with a good crema; it took longer than three minutes, it doesn’t pass.

I’m not offered water but there is an ashtray. Plenty of pedestrian action, pigeon action, and passing traffic make it prime rubber-necking turf.

“My Cafe” is a favourite of many locals, but the staff aren’t exactly savvy and you may be asleep by the time your coffee arrives.


Cherie Kotek

Present: Jim Boots, John Griffiths, Sharkie

Our guest is Cherie Kotek, a recent (and very lively) addition to the local music scene, hailing previously from Sydney where her band, Three Quarters Hazel, made a non-televised appearance on one of those horrible talent shows (they was robbed) and were responsible for the snowfields jingle (here we go, here we go, we’re heading down to the snow). She’s come to town to be with Raz, who also appears, and who has a strong sense of rhythm and good stamina.

Click Play Audio to play podcast. Click here to download

If you’d like to download the podcast, tap this URL: http://the-riotact.com/~john/insban/pod132.mp3 into iTunes or your media player or whatever.

There is a facebook fan page for people to marvel at here.

This link is for people who have podcasting software which you can find here.

Recorded on Tuesday 26th October.

Click read more for the track list.

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Coffee Bitch #75, Wattle Coffee Lounge, Phillip

Coffee Bitch

one beans

Restaurant 2602, Ainslie Shops

This is one of your classic workers’ cafes. The coffee is terrible, a watery mess. The potato cakes are probably better.

Things are looking bad when I’m served with a plastic spoon. Something like dishwater bubbles is where the crema should be.

Classic snackbar decor with orange plastic chairs, brickwork vinyl floor, Copper Art range-hood. Truly revolting.

It’s a shame really, places like this were among the early outposts of espresso in Canberra. You got your cappuccino from the Greek coffee lounge. Pretty much nowhere else.

Chiffon #137. Bic Breakout


Did you know that Albert Einstein invented the word ‘hello?’ (actually he didn’t – Ed). Apparently ‘hullo’ refers to when you are expressing surprise such as ‘oh hullo! What do we have here’ or when you meet mister or missus bombshell, you might say, ‘hullo, hullo, hullo what do we have here?’ This happens to me a lot, simply because I am beautiful and hard to categorise into any of the degrees of difficulty such as easy, not easy, anyhow, I am off the subject again.

What I want to tell you is not off the subject, which of course is me, but I have to dress it up so it resembles intelligent and considered opinion correct in its detail, and the shame of it all is that this is not me. No way does this writing game get very easy. [Read more →]