Cafe #2: Pushka

Date: Tuesday, 06 February 2007, 10.45am
Location: Presgrave Place, off Howey Place, Melbourne
Coffee: $2.80 - latte, good
Reading: The Handmaid's Tale

The latte has leaf-patterned froth. Is Not Magazine is on a wall. There are a few chairs and a coffee table outside in a grubby alleyway.

I sit on a square wooden stool in an alleyway of a cafe, looking out at air conditioning units and Hazchem sign and "Film Distallate Only" stencilled on the side of a building.

The cafe has two dashes of black and white parquet floor. The barista wears a French-like stripey shirt, goatee and beret in traditional men's suit brown plaid. A lively group of young Punk Rock Princesses with pink and black tulle miniskirts, boots and various sorts of leggings and trousers have just wandered in.

The bar is grey, black and white little tile. A small fishtank sits on the counter and a sign on the red wall across says "Procastinate, Please Don't Do Hard Work". There is ethnicy Africany music in the background.

Last night was E, D and friends' weekly Mexican night. We ate at M's wealthy grandmother's house a very short way from E's. She had shiny wooden floors and an indoor balcony. We ate beautiful home-cooked nachos, tacos and enchiladas.

Not much else - it's a new day!

Definitely a cafe to return to.