Mocan & Green Grout

Ethical café and bike maker. Seems an unusual combination, doesn’t it? But it seems to work with Canberra’s Mocan & Green Grout. Admittedly, the only bike, or part thereof, I saw was the one on the wall beside me. We had breakfast here last Sunday morning before we headed back to Sydney. I like quirky places like these. Interesting walls, eh?

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Although… I couldn’t help wondering about cleaning (and splinters)…

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When we arrived, the back part of the cafe was pretty much empty but by the time we left it had completely filled up. Our coffees were good, as were the bacon and egg rolls, so it was hardly surprising that the café seemed popular with the locals.

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I noticed the herb garden as we were leaving. Too bad our rolls hadn’t called for herbs. There’s just something about freshly picked herbs, isn’t  it? Reminded me of the old days, when the Bestie and I lived together. We had a neighbour who had rosemary growing outside her house. The number of times we used to ‘go for a walk’ and return with fresh rosemary… Ahh, now it just comes from a plastic packaged bunch of whatever from the supermarket. Maybe I should invest in a planter or two for the balcony…

Mocan & Green Grout


for two

Here’s what I love about Sundays. The Bestie and I meet somewhere and we walk. For hours. We catch up on each other’s news. We chat. We laugh. We plan. We promise. We stop somewhere for coffee, perhaps breakfast or brunch. We walk some more.

What’s more, today was like the sweet sister to yesterday’s grouch-who-woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed. Seriously.

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Listening: Buona Sera by Louis Prima


come to me, caffeine!

Could’ve done with a big one of these today. Or maybe just a bit more sleep.

So pardon the lack of the usual sharing inane chatter, but I’m bushed and I need my bed.

Selamat malam!


I’m not going to pretend it’s been a fun week. I gave up coffee (and Coke Zero) after Monday, which brought forth the most head-crushing of headaches for two-and-a-half days. I’ve done the ‘caffeine cold turkey’ numerous times in the past, but I don’t recall it ever being quite this bad. Nor do I now recall the reason for deciding to go without one of my favourite things in the whole wide world either.

Then I picked up a lurgy on Thursday, which shifted the focus from caffeine withdrawal to a different sort of discomfort. Should I have felt relieved? I don’t know. Suffice to say, Friday was spent mostly bed-ridden.

As for today, Vicks VapoRub. Thank you.