Phuze Cafe- King St, Newtown
March 29th 2006 13:17
Well after the Weird Weekend that Was I was in serious need of some quiet time. Bad day, stress over timetables, stress over potential job, stress over bizarre relationship triangle. So when Mr. X called and said lets get coffee, I was willing to go along.
Phuze is a fairly cute little café nice and close at the bottom end of King St. Mr. X and I had been there before a few months ago.. I vaguely remember ordering nachos that were in the mid-range… nice, but there are nicer for the price. This time he ordered a flat white which I presume was drinkable since it was drunk. I had my customary mocha… mmm, the sweetness of hot chocolate and the buzz of caffeine. It was fine though a little flavourless- too much milk and water, not enough of the good stuff.
We ended up splitting wedges, and such a pleasant surprise. For $5 we got a big soup-bowl-full along with a tea-cup of jumbled sour cream and sweet chilli sauce. Considering the time-delay and lack of congealed grease I’d judge they were freshly cooked, hot and yummy. And delivered by the chef himself wearing the little pouffy hat. We had a moment of pity thinking he was wasting his culinary talents, but soon forgot and ate.
The décor was pleasant but strange, everything squeezed into a long hall-type shape. We sat at the back, right at the end. Poorly lit, but it lent an atmosphere that was dark, quiet, secluded and actually restful. Perfect for late-afternoon laziness.
Phuze is a fairly cute little café nice and close at the bottom end of King St. Mr. X and I had been there before a few months ago.. I vaguely remember ordering nachos that were in the mid-range… nice, but there are nicer for the price. This time he ordered a flat white which I presume was drinkable since it was drunk. I had my customary mocha… mmm, the sweetness of hot chocolate and the buzz of caffeine. It was fine though a little flavourless- too much milk and water, not enough of the good stuff.
We ended up splitting wedges, and such a pleasant surprise. For $5 we got a big soup-bowl-full along with a tea-cup of jumbled sour cream and sweet chilli sauce. Considering the time-delay and lack of congealed grease I’d judge they were freshly cooked, hot and yummy. And delivered by the chef himself wearing the little pouffy hat. We had a moment of pity thinking he was wasting his culinary talents, but soon forgot and ate.
The décor was pleasant but strange, everything squeezed into a long hall-type shape. We sat at the back, right at the end. Poorly lit, but it lent an atmosphere that was dark, quiet, secluded and actually restful. Perfect for late-afternoon laziness.
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