The thing I love most about Pure Italian? That it’s jammed right up next to a Pizza Hut. Oh the irony.
It’s sophisticated, a great racounteur with fabulous taste, and just a bit minxy and mischevious.
Really, here in Melbourne, we can make a cafe out of anything. Give us a couple of milk crates and a square metre of footpath and we’ll make a cafe out of it. Give us an old switchboard cupboard and we’ll make a cafe out of it. Give us a department store doorway – we’ll make a cafe out of it.
It’s hard to imagine a vision of Melbourne when you could actually swing a cat without hitting a coffee house or tattooed barista. But it really wasn’t all that long ago. Case in point: Marios turns 25 this year.
I’ve no doubt every Smiths fan in Melbourne’s ears pricked up when word spread of a new cafe called Salford Lads Club.
Have you ever wanted to disappear? Just bodyswerve everyone and everything you know and slip away to a little oasis where no one will find you?
‘Do you know a good café in Camber-’ ‘Cattivo’.
“Don’t ask us to turn the music down – we like it this way.”
I’m just not myself when I haven’t had coffee in the morning. Put me on Grey St before 9am without caffeine in my veins and it’s sayonara glass-half-full and hello Travis Bickle. So thank god all round for Miss Jackson, that gorgeous oasis just a few steps away from the fray.
If you live in Melbourne and have had a cup of coffee, seen a cup of coffee or stood next to someone holding a cup of coffee, you will have heard of St Ali. It is a major coffee temple. And rightfully so.
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