Stalker Zine

So I've been on hiatus. For about two months. I think it's been the little lack of direction I go in and out of - generally only lasting a couple of months and usually broken by an emotional kick to the shins. Cue getting fired, starting to miss studying and a cute little break up. Hey I'm a resilient chick, but blogging just comes second to life sometimes. 


Nonetheless, who am I apologising to? There's fifty five thousand blogs out there doing the same thing as me - one little voice quietened down for a couple of months - but now it's back with a new set of pipes and a whole lot of fresh stuff to blog about. 


Starting with this - the best cafe I have ever been to so far in my life. Period. 



Yeah yeah, you're all like - shut da fuq up STALKER you say this about every bloody cafe that pops up on this space. What can I say, it's not that we're easily impressed - it's the sheer capacity of the Melbourne cafe standard that has me with a bunch of stars in my eyes every other time. 


That being said, it's going to be hard to top this warehouse style cafe from the guys who are in charge of A Minor Place - a similar style cafe further up the road. 


When you enter the unassuming brick building on Barkly Street you're all but blown away by the smell of their freshly roasted house blend, the sultry aroma of a perfectly poached egg and the eye catching candy of a big, bad barista bench - with cutie bearded baristas in tow. There's something about this place that keeps me coming back - every day for the last six to be precise - what with its spearmint walls, copper piping, communal tables, cosy booths and great big fishtanks that hodge podge around the place. The little touches like cucumber in the bottles of water, pastel ceramics and rapadura suger - making your coffee ever so toffee like. Even the rusty trolleys that look fished straight out of the Yarra add a note of eclectic charm to the place.