Tucked away in the industrial backstreets of Carlton, Humble Rays is another café that Melbourne doesn’t need but where we had to wait for a table nonetheless.
I first learned about Handsome Her when it made headlines for charging men an 18% surcharge to account for the gender pay gap, proceeds of which go to women’s services – a noble endeavour that I am 100% in favour of.
One of my favourite things to eat that I can’t eat are pies, be they Four’N Twenty meat pies or apple pies of the McDonalds variety, hence why I jumped at the chance to try The Pie Shop, an offshoot of Matt Wilkinson’s Pope Joan.
Of all the themes to base a café around, Au79’s owners chose gold.
Tucked away in a red brick terrace in a suburb known more for its hospitals and tram routes than cafes, Square and Compass looks more like a house than a quintessential café. But its menu is far better than anything I could prepare at home (not hard).
I remember trying to pay for four drinks at a regional English pub once with a 50 pound note because I’m so conditioned to the ludicrous price of drinks in Melbourne, only for the barman to laughingly inform me that I was out of pocket by a mere £15.95. Brunswick institution Green Refectory is exactly like this.
Dumbo felt like it was in the ‘burbs – mostly because I pulled out the old Journey Planner and found it’d take a bit over an hour, and in some cases a combination of three modes of transport, to get there.