HolisticGirl
Arnold
Lara MGrind in the City Cafe, Melbourne
July 13th 2007 01:47
Melbourne is famous for its hidden yet bustling laneway cafes. I’d been on the lookout for one such place to lunch when I was astonished to find a gorgeous lane absolutely jam packed with dozens of vibrant eateries.
Grind in the City
Shop 4, Centre Place
Melbourne
VIC 3000
(03) 9671 3313
It all seemed very European to me and the sights and smells were fabulous.
I enjoyed a few minutes sauntering up and down, slowly realising that each café was very similar and that lunch would probably end up being a focassia or panini.
I eventually had to choose a place at random as each looked equally endowed and busy.
I chose a cute little café called Grind in The City and hovered on a bar stool, munching away on a very tasty chicken, avocado and mayo focassia admiring the pretty street scene mural on the deep red wall. It was tiny yet cosy, friendly, pleasant and interesting to sit in a nook and watch the people go by. The other food looked good and the coffee smelled enticing.
After describing the delightful street to my friend I was surprised to hear that she had worked in one of the cafes there under the horrible tyranny of a man named Mario. He paid a very low wage and ripped her off when she left.
Grind in the City
Shop 4, Centre Place
Melbourne
(03) 9671 3313
It all seemed very European to me and the sights and smells were fabulous.
I enjoyed a few minutes sauntering up and down, slowly realising that each café was very similar and that lunch would probably end up being a focassia or panini.
I eventually had to choose a place at random as each looked equally endowed and busy.
I chose a cute little café called Grind in The City and hovered on a bar stool, munching away on a very tasty chicken, avocado and mayo focassia admiring the pretty street scene mural on the deep red wall. It was tiny yet cosy, friendly, pleasant and interesting to sit in a nook and watch the people go by. The other food looked good and the coffee smelled enticing.
After describing the delightful street to my friend I was surprised to hear that she had worked in one of the cafes there under the horrible tyranny of a man named Mario. He paid a very low wage and ripped her off when she left.
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