Saturday mornings have a great vibe. It's 11am, do you have breakfast, brunch or lunch? Do you wear your gym clothes and take the stroller or wear your Ray Bans while you use the pepper grinder? These are the items that fill side walks, cafes, corners and pavements speckled with shade from yawning leaves above.
Two Birds One Stone is owned by the same folk that brought you APTE and Three Bags Full. They also have connections to Liar Liar. Needless to say, you'll be in good hands when you come here.
Two Birds is arranged quite nicely; benches around the windows facing the street, booths on the walls, tables in the middle, cakes and slices under the counter and the rest that follows. Staff are busy zipping around keeping their cool and doing their thing.
I did my thing with the menu, settling on a melon, brioche and passion fruit medley and their Black Coffee blend. I was kind of hoping for the coffee to come out first but the meal beat the coffee by about five or ten minutes. That being said, they were being slammed quite hard with coffee orders so my sympathy went out towards them all.
Watermelon, rockmelon, cantaloupe, brioche, macadamia and passion fruit. So my title makes it sound like a fruit salad, but it also had a few hunks of brioche and and some mint. What can I say, I love a good plate of melons. This was extremely refreshing and cooling. This was amazing.
Black Coffee Blend. Espresso. Honduras Jorge Alberto and Elsalvador Santa Rita. This was light and very very clean. As I kept sipping and searching I found light hints of citrus-like saltiness at the end. It was light, fluffy and creamy. Magic.
The next decision was whether to have the Ethiopian Hachira Aeropress or the Iced Jorge Alberto? Such a dilemma!
Ethiopia - Hachira. Aeropress. This smelt and tasted like grapefruit. It had that plump tartiness that only a grapefruit could get away with, knocking over your glass, turning around and apologising but winking at you at the same time, and when she leaves, her perfume stays in the air long enough for you to recognise her if she ever came back again. With an $8 price tag, it was worth every dollar.