Café - Melbourne Restaurants and Bars - Eat Drink
From morning to midnight and back again, EAT/DRINK is ThreeThousand's guide to cafes, bars and restaurants in Melbourne. We know the best coffee because we drink 20 a day (each), we know the good restaurants because we can't cook, and we'll tell you where to find hidden bars and other places that still let you smoke so that we can ask you for a cigarette when you get there. EAT/DRINK is as voracious as our appetites and a much better filter than our livers, which stopped working a long time ago. Email your EAT/DRINK suggestions to: talk@threethousand.com.au
Roasters' Week
When I was a Christian, Mum would always invite a bunch of families back to our place after Sunday night worship for cups of International Roast. We had a humongous tin that lasted for most of the eighties, miraculously never losing its flavour. Ahh, it was the best of times.
The Roasters' Week program, despite its title, has no mention of that classic cuppa.
Arvo Tea
Sunday Reed may no longer be around to host her infamous afternoon teas, whiling away the hours in her heart-shaped garden, sipping on home-brew chamomile, but she lives on in the rolling green landscape of Heide and the gardens that she so artfully planted. Through the tomfoolery of time, Sunday and I could not have met in this life, however it is possible to become acquainted with her through the Food and Wine Festival's Arvo Tea.
Café Vue at Heide
When you go to Heide you look at things but you seem to feel them too. It has this ethereal quality that extends right down from the quaint Heide 1 cottage at the top of the hill, through the sculpture gardens, into the modern gallery buildings and ends when you put the Aesop moisturiser on your hands in the bathroom.
Proud Mary's
If you're the one with the orange tree in Collingwood that hangs over the fence, I need to say this: I steal your oranges. It's not that I'm hard up for fruit but I like to eat local, and your tree is about as local as it gets. If I leant over my balcony and threw a skittle at Nolan's brand new cafe on Oxford street, I'd hit it in the ribs.
C.O.T. (Cup of Truth)
These days, let me tell you, if you don't have a degree in molecular flim flammery and a Colombian passport I'm not buying my coffee from you. And why should I, Vicki Vittoria? Things are bad enough as it is, with the climate change, the ATO three steps behind me and now your pussyfoot latte steaming up my $12 magnifiers.
Windsor Deli
Ever craved delicious foodstuffs but been afraid to leave the house for fear of engaging with the general population? I have. People can be scary.
But not at Windsor Deli. It's a two minute walk from Chapel Street, but you wouldn't know it. Owned by Alan and Katrina, and frequented by a diverse and unpretentious crowd, this place is great if you want to avoid socially awkward situations.
Dead Man Espresso
I once shot a Kookaburra in the face with a glove gun, which is, for those of you who don't know, a piece of PVC pipe with a rubber glove finger on the end. I felt like a real cowboy.
That happened again this morning, not shooting another Kookaburra, but feeling like a cowboy, as I found myself at Dead Man Espresso, a place that's destined to gain a fierce reputation as one of the best cafes in Melbourne.
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