Harmony Cafe, Haymarket

harmony cafe revisited

Harmony Coffee (roasted by Single Origin Roasters). 107-121 Quay St, Haymarket. I’d walked past this a few times: the counter is a bit of a distance back from the street, and it’s not immediately clear that the coffee served here is anything to talk about.

How wrong I was; the coffee is roasted by Single Origin Roasters, and is made well, with an attention to detail. Even the hot chocolate is stand-out – there are choices of different hot chocolates based on the percentage of cocoa you’re after in your drink (for my own taste, about 60% cocoa is on the money).

Well worth a look.

Harmony cafe, Haymarket

how to “read” books quickly

How to Read a 291-Page Book in Two Hours (this only really works for non-fiction, and would work especially well for business books).

I’ve found myself taking this kind of approach more and more in the last year or two, as there are books that I need to be familiar with, but not necessarily to have covered every page. I wouldn’t write a review of a book that I’d read in this way, though.

La Dolce Cafe, Padstow

La Dolce Cafe, Padstow

Lavazza coffee. 9 Padstow Pde, Padstow. This casts the mind back to cafes of 10 years ago. Straightforward menu, laminated and spiral bound/ Tiled floor, simple, functional furniture.

The decaf, though, took me utterly by surprise. Not since a cafe up in Kew have I seen 30mL of instant coffee made up, and then foamed milk poured on top: there was no warning, either – it was just “here’s your decaf latte” it made me feel a little ambushed: should I drink it, or pour it out on general principle? Sure, it was only $2.50, and tasted better than some of the decaf coffees I’ve had, but there’s a sense that if you’re ordering a coffee from a cafe, then it’s not okay to be served instant coffee with foam.

the increasing tameness of childhood

Jordan sent me a link to this story about The Wilderness of Childhood, which reminded me of an article that showed a map of the extent of child-roaming from one generation to the next.

It seems that the current generation of children will never know the joy of roaming the neighbourhood on their BMX bikes, meeting and playing games with other kids.

On the way to work this morning, I passed a newsagency that was a couple of kilometres away from the house I grew up in. When I was still (I think) in primary school, I used to ride there on my bike, buy a copy of “Commodore User” magazine (it was the only place nearby that sold it), then ride home and read it. It’s hard to imagine a child being allowed to do that now.