It's finally here. That moment where I feel as though I've experienced enough cafe magnificence to warrant another top ten listing. So here they are, another ten delightful cafes doing what they do best: providing the masses with an experience... One of fragrantly fresh coffee beans, the warmth of the cup in one's hand, and that heady first sip of the magnificent ritual that is coffee drinking.
Who knew Vegan-ville could taste so good? I felt a little bit dirty the first time I consented to eating vegan at Monk Bodhi Dharma. After all, no eggs on a cafe menu is quite a jarring sort of shock. But it was just exactly my sort of cafe. Tucked right down the back of an alley way, with just the slightest hint of danger. Whenever I eat at The Monk, I can't help but think that this is how vegan food was meant to be and wonder why so many vegan people torture themselves with sad little cardboard flavoured meat replacement foods.
Without batting an eyelid, Every Day Coffee has somehow managed a cool, crisp space which always, without fail, stirs my writer's organ. I always leave with a quickness in my step, simply busting with ideas and earnestly wishing I'd brought my laptop to write them down before the all fly back to that intangible place from whence they came. There's no solid reason I can fathom for this effect, other than my guess that the buzzing of the brains behind the cafe must be, in fact, infectious. What I can say for certain, is that the coffee is phenomenal and that I'm somehow mysteriously summoned back through the doors whenever I'm passing by.
Plonked right in the heart of tourist central, I snubbed my nose at 95 Espresso for a decently long time. After all, there were far too many brash and overweening venues plonked all around it (the kinds of places that wait like vultures to glean what they can from the well lined pockets of merry holiday makers) one can hardly blame me for avoiding it. Yet when I finally caved in to a friend one day, I discovered to my delight, fabulous heads of textured milk, silky crema shots, and quite a lovely menu up for offer. It has become, without fail, my go to cafe on the Street of Acland.
The very tip of the cafe snobber's nose, I have yet to walk by and not see a line streaming out the door. When I eventually took the time one day to join the cue, I finally discovered what all the fuss was about.
Bathed in the wind and sun with toe tips kissed by the sand is Nshry, the cafe by the sea. On a coastline dotted by a host of other venues, it stands alone as the one good place to grab a coffee on the beach. The menu is a delightful concoction of contemporary Japanese meets casual fish and chips by the sea shore.
Tucked neatly in the hindquarters of David Jones lies a laboratory for beverages of the caffeinated sort. They steam, and they grind, and they whirl their instruments about, and then heigh-ho! Out the other end of the lab pops a perfectly formed beverage of the very highest of orders.
Somewhere beneath a sea of endless chairs lies the land of marvellous coffee and it's name is Brother Baba Budan.
In spite of the hundreds of chairs, there's not much room to sit and there's often a wait at peak hour. But when it comes to Brother Baba Budan, ain't no mountain high enough to keep the fearless coffee aficionados from their beloved brew.
Caffe e Torta is nestled cosily in historic Royal Arcade, where it sits, charming city roamers near and far with its decidedly romantic cafe elegance. Mother restaurant to Macaron super-stall, The Little Royal, Caffee e Torta has an undying old-world sort of glamour that will never rush you and always warm the fibres of your soul.
Now, I'm not talking about the restaurant itself (which I'm certain is fabulous) I'm talking about the wee kiosk mounted on a wooden decking pyre, filled with quick and convenient, delicious delights. For me, it makes the listing, because it has never failed yet and I head for it like a beacon whenever I'm in the Botanicals. Consistently offering up a delightfully blended brew and there's always several or so morsels vying for my attention all at once from behind the glass walled display.