The other day I discovered a new cafe – the Red Herring (near Canberra’s merry-go-round). It’s all couches, books, movie and TV posters, free foosball, ug-booted staff, and young ruffians either playing acoustic guitar or sleeping.
Yes. Literally people sleeping, and others playing acoustic guitar with their friends. And I was only there a few hours.
It’s not Melbourne-ish, but it’s pretty darn good.
Unsurprisingly, it’s run by uni students. All the best cafes are run by uni students, artists, or both.
I’ve been meaning to go there one day. Dangit. The things I keep missing…
W: Well, it hasn’t collapsed into financial ruin (yet – I’m just assuming it’s too artsy to survive), so there’s still time.