My goodness, Goods has got the goods. Sleek and chic, this little hole-in-the-wall is part cafe and part hipster gift shop. The Butter Boy cookies caught my eyes (and the toddler’s) and I almost came out with a Goods-branded tote bag to boot. The manager/barista took pride in telling me about their roastery and Goods obviously cares about delivering a […]
Goods, Marrickville
Kellerman’s Cafe, Marrickville
Conveniently straddling both Enmore Park and the Annette Kellerman Aquatic Centre, I loved being able to order poolside while the toddler splashed and the baby whinged. My coffee was surprisingly good for a pool kiosk, as was the banana bread. I ordered chips and nuggets too and everyone was happy. Although none of it was especially remarkable, that wasn’t the […]
Petty Cash Cafe, Marrickville
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 […]
Firestone, Marrickville Metro
Oooooh wholemealy! Said no-one ever. Except the banana bread at Firestone really was wholemealy good. It was hearty, oaty and a bit coconutty, definitely made with wholemeal flour, but without that overpowering floury taste. Excellent! I actually bought the banana bread for the babies while I treated myself to an espresso-flavoured Thicc cookie, but it was so good I ended […]
White Rabbit, Marrickville
I had a bit of a mixed experience at White Rabbit. For a start, I was expecting West Juliett, which had been in that location since my big boy was toddler-sized, munching on their eggs and soldiers. But I guess cafes come and go, and White Rabbit has been there for the past two months. They’ve turned the side room […]
LV Kafe, Marrickville Metro
Aww that’s not fair… LV Kafe isn’t a real cafe, it’s a cute little kiosk in the Marrickville Metro food court. So maybe I shouldn’t be holding it to the same standards, but I can’t help myself. The poor lady who served me was running the whole place by herself. She was making coffees, heating food, serving customers and everything […]