Then there was St Ali

Jen and I had a mad day of Melbourne-ness. Some highlights…

Crepes for breaky. I had the mushrooms. Jen had lemon and sugar.


Brother Baba Budan for the chairs… and the coffee.


Basement Discs for Miles.


The Narrows for John Warwicker's roses.

Seven Seeds for Helen… and the coffee.


Metropolis for books.

Quist to see La Victoria Arduino #22 of 100 in the world; but it was in for a service :(


Then there was St Ali. I loved St Ali. Everything was right. Syphon Kenyan. Double rist on the Slayer. But BW wasn't happy with it, so he made one on the Synesso; it was better. St Ali was really the only cafe of the day to properly nail the syrupy double rist the way I like it (and the way my fave Sydney cafes do it every time).