The regulars
Doors open, machine's warm, and the same six faces are already at the window with a filter and the paper.



A day at Sunny Side
Doors open, machine's warm, and the same six faces are already at the window with a filter and the paper.
Prams in the corner, eggs flying out of the pass, someone's dog under table four getting far too much attention.
Last of the kitchen, a slice of banana bread on the griddle, and the good sun landing on the patio bench.
“It's the kind of place where they start your coffee when you walk in.”
Neighbourhood Guide · Best brunch, three years running
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