Red Bean Café

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After what must’ve been a particularly heavy bender on Friday night (I distinctly remember something about greyhounds and at least one schooner of beer) I woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of cows bellowing and chickens crowing. The occasional tractor chugged by, and a farmer swore as she tripped over a rake left carelessly in the middle of the dirt track. Clearly, I was in the middle of nowhere.

However, as it turns out, even in these remote parts (north of Bell St, to be precise), decent coffee is available!

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Cup of Truth

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Another dollar, another day. At least, that’s what an American colleague used to always say to me. Basically it was meant as a wry way of saying, “wow, my life is really meaningless, I’d totally rip off my shirt & tie if I had the fuck-you money to be able to retire right now.” I guess going to a 9–5 job every day of your life is a little bit like that.

Why, you might ask, am I ranting about boring office jobs, when you, my beautiful and exceedingly intelligent readers, are waiting for the latest low-down in espresso news?

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Launceston trip retrospective

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Well, we’re back from our Launceston jaunt, and we’re all full of art, music, good food, nature, and of course tasty espresso! In the past few days I’ve had the privilege of being able to swan about in a beautiful area I hadn’t visited before, tasting delectable things and sampling interesting brews. Read on for the down-low on this Tasmanian town!

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Prince’s Square, Launceston

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On our last day in Launceston we found this little gem: Prince’s Square. Same coffee as they use at Bryher, from Provenance roasters. Because we’re self-absorbed Melbourne hipsters, they get bonus points because they were playing the In Time album by Melbourne band Time for Dreams when we walked in, which is currently one of my favourites.

The café was bright and modern-looking, the coffee was well-made, the dude at the bar was friendly — really no complaints. And yes, just like before, the Provenance coffee was very tasty. Would visit again.

And after the coffee you can cross the street and go and lie in the grass at the park. More bonus points.

Bryher, Launceston

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This was a good find. Well, not really a find, because it’s an establishment right on the brunch-drag of George St. If you’re hungry or want a coffee, definitely drop in at Bryher.

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Sweetbrew, Launceston

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Don’t drink this coffee. We had brunch, that was amazing. Delicious food. However, the coffee, Five Senses “Dark Horse” blend, really didn’t do it for me. I found it a bit.. hollow? Not full-bodied enough, and on the sour side. Yeah, just have an amazing brunch then head next door for coffee!

Amelia Espresso, Launceston

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Our first coffee on the first morning we were in Launceston was at a little joint called Amelia Espresso. We weren’t sure what to expect, because in usual style, preparation had been minimal, to say the least. So, we strolled around a bit and found this place.

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Adventure to Launceston!

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As you might be aware (and if you’re any kind of hipster you would be (and if you’re reading this blog you must be a hipster)), this coming weekend the MONA FOMA will be held in Launceston, Tasmania. I’ve never been to Launceston, but since Melbourne Coffee Sucks, perhaps it’s worth giving the espresso scene on the South Island a go!

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Dukes

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Well, this post has a bit of history behind it. I may or may not work somewhere in an office near Dukes on Flinders Lane, in the CBD. So, for quite some time now, I’ve been going to Dukes off and on, because my colleagues really seem to like it.

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Brother Alec

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In the first week of January, as is usual for Melbourne, there was a strong Antarctic wind blowing, probably it was about 5°C and 30km/h. We were straining forward along High St in Thornbury, walking at an angle almost diagonal to the ground. While it was cold, the sun was still scorching, and we could see our skins turning redder as the minutes went by. Above the howling wind and screams from the sunburning people around us, I couldn’t quite hear what my companion was trying to say, but through a series of complicated hand-signals we agreed that we should seek refuge. We were in front of what looked like a cosy café, called Brother Alec.

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