How do I like to spend my mornings in Melbourne?
Making my way through alley ways, with the hope of finding a good cup of coffee.
The sun was up, and the sky blue. A rare and beautiful 23 degrees as my legs took me right to Somerset Pl.
Drawn by the contemporary jazz music playing from inside, and the friendly waitress that wished me a good morning as she prepared fresh breakfast rolls.
Exactly what my morning needed.
I sat myself comfortably along the bar.
This is a bike shop, that is also a coffee shop. I admire the walls decorated with bicycles, while trying to find the connection between mules, bikes and coffee.
My coffee arrived; a long mac.
The first sip, made me smile. This is a good cup of coffee, I said to myself. I look at the small menu and noticed that it is actually a supreme south blend – a dry spice aroma with low acidity finishing with strong notes of malt and chocolate.
I’m not a coffee expert, I usually just go by what my taste buds perceive as “oh, this is good” and “oh, not to my taste”.
I actually did not intend to order food while I was here; hoping to save my stomach for when I meet a friend a little later on in the day.
But as I heard the words, “pulled pork sandwich” float through the air,
my eyes automatically caught the waitress preparing the bread on a plate and mounting it with just cooked, steam still wavering up, shredded pork.
I said to her, “that looks good”. And she commented back that it really is. And just like that, I was convinced and got one.
The generous sandwich also came with salted crisps and a gherkin.
food: 4.2 Choos.
drink: 4.2 Choos, coffee.
service: 4 Choos.
feel: 4 Choos out of 5.
Overall, a great find.
an alley way gem.
tucked away, and slightly hidden from most of the hustle and bustle of the city.
a quaint pitt stop to start my day.
walk through, and if you’re welcomed by a deer head mounted on the wall, you know you’re in the right place.
I take a seat by the window,
and catch myself taking glances every now and then at the vase of fresh flowers on center communal table.
the friendly waitress brings my cappuccino, with a side of honey.
and what i notice right away is the scent of cinnamon, dusted on top of my coffee.
this is new.
I’m not usually fond of cinnamon, but for some reason, this combination just hit the spot for me today.
I’ve fallen in love in a coffee shop.
so i’ve been away in Melbourne for the past two weeks, coming three.
a mile of cold days, with short breaths of warm.
but good coffee is plenty over here, so it makes wearing four/five layers a day out worth it.