Its Fitzroy, so time to slap on those ironic tats, grab those crazy "we love geometry!" sunnies and pull that savers top out of the closet and stomp down to Moor Street in your Size 10 Varvatos converse.
In amongst the flaura and fauna, you can sit on rusty chairs and sip flat whites, or a glass of two or three or more from a decent wine list, and munch on very reasonably priced grub. So the hot dog wasn't that crash hot, but at 8 bucks a pop, and on such a beautiful day and in such quirky surroundings, and with decent coffee, I'm not about to make too much of a fuss.
I can't wait to hang out here and chew the fat over a few bevvies. Its a pity that the weather is starting to turn ... but then again, it is a hothouse, and its an excuse to cuddle.