This place is very, very Marrickvilley. Walk up the pride rainbow, through the front door, into your Grandma’s kitchen, if your Grandma’s a human rights activist. The decor is a retro wonder to behold, complete with authentic Australiana. I’m no longer sure whether I want a coffee or a tinnie… I’m here at 10am and feel like either would be acceptable, but alas, no tinnies. The staff are friendly and stoned. I feel like I’ve just sidled out of my hipster zone into my hippie zone (or is it my bogan zone… I don’t know, it’s somewhere in between) and the transition was pleasant and seamless. My coffee is also pleasant and otherwise unremarkable. The banana bread is home baked, so thumbs up, but it was terrible, so thumbs down. I’m not too phased, though. The Magic Yellow Bus is in Enmore park and the toddler’s rocking some groovy new sunnies. I’m not even the only person here wearing leopard print flares. Yet despite all our carefree fun, the toddler took one bite of that banana bread and said “No! I don’t like it!” The toddler has spoken.
Coffee: 0
BB: -1