Like stepping into someone's cluttered loungeroom, this small and intimate 'cafe' has a unique charm that would warm the heart of any genuine or wannabe Newtown inner-urban sustainable-living type. Clearly everything in the place is recycled and deliberately very yesteryear. From the floor-to-roof bookshelves that lined every wall, to the chesterfield, to the working record-player that projected nostalgic soft jazz tunes, this place was ether not trying it on or perhaps trying just a bit too hard.Whatever the case, brunch club (sans Sal and Andrew, who were both out of town for the long weekend) scootered (yes, literally!) down to the lower end of King Street and ordered from the intriguing but minimalist menu. In short, if it couldn't be prepared in a toaster or breville, it won't be available. So, yes, fans, this was not going to be of typical Brunch Club standard.
The coffee was average and the toasted bagels were, well, exactly that, but no more. While we had a great time catching up on all the mid-semester goss, and the setting was great, there is no denying that the food and coffee was very disappointing and unlikely to entice us back.
Ratings:
Brad: Loved the cosiness of the place but the food was really just snack food and very disappointing. I can only give it a 2.5
Adrian: Rockpool this ain't. 3 yellow eggs.
Andrew: No excuse for bad coffee on King Street. I give this 2.7.
