I’ve driven past this place so many times, but it’s strangely hard to get to since you can’t just pull up out front and the street parking in this semi-industrial location seems to fill up with semi-industrial vehicles. But inside the disused shell of Electricity Substation No. 152, Sub-Station Cafe is like a wonderfully refurbished little oasis, with the side wall opening up into a beautiful, sunny, plant-filled courtyard. I wasn’t planning on eating in, but the toddler liked the look of the place so much, he insisted. They had a decent menu, a real chef and a whole range of quality house-baked goodies. The toddler had a babyccino served out of a real little espresso cup and loved it. The coffee was ok and the banana bread wasn’t baked in-house, but it was big, smooth and had a decent flavour. Overall, the experience was great, which is what really makes Sub-Station somewhere special.
Coffee: 0
BB: 0