Upon entering I was met with an eclectic, split level café. I sit in an especially bright chair and collect my bearings. The walls of this colourful café are teeming with murals. A rusty bike is leaning on a window and a typewriter is atop a stack of vintage suitcases.
Admittedly the waiter seems to be more interested in being my friend than taking my order and the experience would have been heightened were I not privy to his loud conversations with the staff, the customers did not really need to know what he did the previous weekend and why he's not going to Splendour.
But nevertheless as I sat in Satellite Espresso, I picked up a certain vibe that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I almost felt as though I was in a barber shop in the 60s and despite it being 1:00pm on Thursday, I felt as though it was a lazy Saturday morning.
Satellite is removed enough from King Street for you to not be bothered by the noise and passer-bys. Satellite is perfect for a mid-shop, 'get away from the bustle, forget you're actually busy' moment. The coffee was okay, atmosphere relaxed and unpretentious and no one seems to mind extended stays.