Strolling along Flinders Land in the Melbourne CBD, Prince and I were hanging out for some afternoon refreshments. When the bookish Journal Canteen appeared in our sights it was a done deal.
This is a popular cafe amongst the denizens of this great city. Situated at the front of the City Library, it has a dark, journo-type feel to it. Books and papers and literary types et al.
Gagging for my long overdue second caffeine hit for the day, I opted for my usual long macchiato. These have been hit and miss for me in Melbourne. I’ve been served black coffee with a mere smidgeon of milk, black coffee with a pot of frothy milk on the side, black coffee with a pot of hot water and no milk, and various shades of macchiato ranging from super strong to just strong. Obviously Melburnians like their coffee bold. The coffee at Journal Canteen however, was as Golidlocks would say, just right.
Prince’s choice of chai latte was handsomely presented. Although it looked impressive, the tea was weak and lacking in flavour. Not gutsy enough for our royal boy.
It was slim pickings at the sweets counter by 3pm. A choice between a Portugese egg tart or a massive croissant wasn’t difficult.
Although feeling a tad skeptical about the colour of the egg tart, we halved it and hoped for the best.
Hmmm. When you naturally expect a Portugese egg tart to be a sunny yellow colour and it is a lighter shade of caramel, odds are that the taste won’t be quite what you are used to. Indeed. The taste was super sweet and un-eggy. Well, you never know if you never try as they say. It did give us a sugar boost and revived us enough to continue our city stroll for a while longer.
This popular cafe was perfectly acceptable for a quick afternoon break. Whether it reaches greater heights with its lunches and dinners, I’ll leave for the locals to decide.