Richmond is almost getting too cool. The Royal Saxon’s trendy, new next-door neighbour serves up awesome breaky, pours great coffee and lets you suck it all up in a space that gives the Saxon’s interior a run for its money.
Seriously. How is it that Melbourne’s Greek restaurants are so rubbish? It’s as if there’s a formula that gets passed around: a little Saganaki here, a little Taramasalata there. Chuck in a couple of fishing nets and a Doric column and you are done.