This little place has a tiny little shopfront on Sydney road, just a short walk across the tracks from Jewel Station, on the Upfield line, just 20 odd minutes out of the CDB, or flinders street Station.
Despite being skinny and narrow, and only a handful of tables to choose from behind the almost obstructive counter and coffee service area, this establishment does not lack depth, physically, and substance in terms of a fine proffering of very scrummy food.
At the window are teeny bar counters for the lone coffee sipper to perch, and loiter comfortably, watching the world go by, and contemplate the afternoon. Spreading out, and dumping bags, helmets and other bike related paraphernalia you may have with you can guarantee a bit of space and precious claimed real estate on what could become a rather intimate sharing experience with random interlopers seeking a rare table, who may wish to disturb your xen enjoyment of the serene individual quiet with chatter among their friends right beside you.
Round the back, for the sun lovers, are tables in a alley courtyard, which, though painted black, the uniquely rough haphazardly shapes of the wooden tables and random chair combinations scream individuality even more than the varied clientele of this café.
The counter area displays many tasty treats, with delicious and rather original looking house baked cakes and pastries at very reasonable prices- around $6.
Above on the wall, is the brunchy slanted menu- with burgers, Burritos and a multitude of other deliciously guaranteed stomach rumble arresting meals that averaged a teeny $11 or so for a decent plate.
damn cheap, especially since the quality turned out to be excellent!
Ordered was a piece of a unique offering- pecan pie pumpkin pie tart- Strange, but awesome! Pretty much, it consisted of a very thin pecan pie base, with a firm and lightly spicy pumpkin custard filling on top. it was as delicious as it looked pretty!
An epic sized chicken burrito with salad and all the trimmings came out next, served by a smiling and friendly waitress. (why are café girls always soo syrupy, yet genuinely cute and likable?)
The beautiful burrito, piping hot and spilling its delicious interior onto the plate slightly to reveal a very substantial spicy meat, and gooey cheese content came with all the extra trimmings on the side, from a generous helping of smashed avocado, to a nice sized dollop of what looked like house made chutney.
Again, looks were not deceiving- and for $11… it represented exceptional value- especially at a place that literally screamed trendy hipster hangout from every orifice at 300 paces!
Normally these kind of establishments ooze a noxiously arrogant and odious vibe, particularly from the generic smirking raggot in a steam punk hat who hands you a obscenely inflated bill, with an extra surcharge tacked on the for privilege of knowing what particular organic vegan German revival farm in a godforsaken valley in the country your beans, brussell sprouts, and the hairy and woody baby carrots came from.
That is on top of the look he gave you when you ordered a plain, bog standard flat white latte, because he really does act like he is gods gift to the people, as he is, after all, a barista- a noble profession that is known to be closest to the heart of whatever god you happen to worship.
REWIND TO REALITY HERE!!!
But no, here at Green, there is NOTHING like that. Just normal, honest, humble, probable struggling student people, with fresh faces and tousselled locks, and a bill that makes you smile, and never feel you have been exploited.