Aidan 'Taco' Jones is a comedian and writer based in Melbourne Australia, he likes most types of cheese and often throws tantrums. To read his blog and find him doing comedy hit up ajtaco.blogspot.com
Published October 16th 2016
Baz said "I like it"
They say that in every bar there's at least one weirdo, and if you can't see the weirdo, then it's you. The Cornershop isn't a bar though, it's a cafe.
I'd heard about The Cornershop since the day I moved west of the river, and even went in to drop off a resume during my first week of job searching, and while I ended up working at a cafe around the corner, the local chat has kept this place in the forefront of my mind. I went for a visit this afternoon with Christian and Baz, whose names you can forget after you read this.
Blurred hand adding a sense of urgency to the shot.
The service was quick. Within five minutes sitting down at the table in the far corner of the outdoor area we'd ordered, and our coffees had arrived. After working two years in a coffee shop in London I'd built up this idea in my head about Melbourne being a fantasy bastion of impeccable coffee, but I've since realised that is definitely not the case. There's plenty of garbage to be found in this city, especially west of the river, but my long black here was made with beans roasted locally in Footscray, and it was a step above what I've tried so far in the area: light and fruity with a lingering lemony aftertaste and the velvety mouth feel that feels like home... I know, I know, I hate me too.
Ten minutes after the coffees and we had our food. I had the smashed avocado with spring onion, chilli & coriander, and unlike plenty of breakfast joints going around, the chilli was more than just decorative – spice is such a solid addition to breakfast. When Christian ordered the truffled pork sausage with polenta chips and poached eggs, I silently tried to reassure myself that I did in fact know what polenta is. Christian, with mature humility, asked; "Polenta... is that, like, a vegan thing?" Baz had the scrambled eggs with parmesan and something called 'cavolo nero'. The food went off without a hitch.
The Cornershop, is everything I love about a cafe. The location, and the people were new, but the feeling was comfortingly familiar. These are the places I am habitually drawn to. I wish I'd come up with the perfect phrase to encapsulate my impressions of this place and the time we spent there this afternoon, but once again I was upstaged by Baz in the courtyard. His recommendation: "I like it."
I felt weird telling the people who worked there that I was taking photos for a review, so I took this first one without telling anyone. Tee hee hee.