I thought I’d skip the more hipster looking coffee places and stop in here for a quick caffeine fix. It’s a tiny hole in the wall, frequented by law folks from the courts across the street, and barely space for a handful of people to sit down.
And while I was charmed by that, and that the waitress very speedily ducked under their counter to offer me a glass of water with my coffee, with so much good coffee art in Sydney, I always find it sad to receive something with no art on it.