Cafe 2232

Good coffee in the heart of the shire — what a pleasant surprise.
I wandered in at some ungodly hour on a Saturday morning and sauntered up to the barista. «How ya goin’, mate?» asked the muscle clad young gent frothing the milk. And that, right there, is everything stereotypical that I love about this country, and the shire.
Truth be told, its the first time I’ve been called «mate». I know it happens, I’ve heard other people say it frequently, but I just figured I didn’t fit the profile of an Aussie «mate». But this is the Shire.
The coffee was strong and bitter with a good bite– almost perfect for my tastes.
The bacon and egg roll was another win, an impressive size with warm lightly toasted bread that held its own. The big breakfast was a disappointment. The bland eggs, flavourless mushrooms, and absence of potato product couldn’t make up for the deliciously salty bacon and savory sausage.
Overall, not a bad experience. I’m sure I’ll find myself back there ordering a long black and a bacon and egg roll, but I’ll be passing on the big breaky.
There were also some gorgeous looking pies and sausage rolls on display that were mighty tempting, but really, can a sausage roll ever look bad?