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Published September 11th 2013
You needn't be wild to go to the Wild Poppy
It's raining. There are no windscreen wipers on your glasses and this September wind is blowing your hair in to styles you never thought existed. Being ten in the morning, you're hungry. Through the grey haze, you see bright colours and twinkling lights. Before you can turn to your other comrades and pose the question, "This place looks nice, should we try it?", you're by the fire sipping hot chocolate and eating a full-on breakfast. Or maybe that's just me.
The Wild Poppy Cafe is blissful. Fires, funky furniture and food - good food. The place is just brimming with quaint magnetism, chic artwork and cosy knitted decor. Even the tea cosies make you feel happy. I'd certainly bully anyone in to going here for breakfast.
Located in the upbeat tempo of Fremantle, it's one of those hang outs that you just keep wanting to go back to, even if its just for a coffee, a lazy afternoon reading on the sofas, or maybe a cheeky looking macaroon too.
So, pop in to the Poppy come rain or shine, it doesn't need to be wild outside for a visit.