Exploring a new city is a task both exciting and disappointing; the luscious highs when one finds a gem, be it good coffee, sourdough or Mexican, and the aching lows when one pays $4 for coffee-flavoured hot milk, $7.50 for artisan sourdough more doughy than sour and goes to one of the hottest Mexican places in town only to find it’s ghastly.
The West End, which reminds me a bit of Newtown in Sydney Pre-gentrification, is a place where I have had only hits so far (Gunshop, Tukka) and the hits keep coming with West End Coffee House.
The coffee is made by people who know what they’re doing and is well balanced and flavourful, and the vibe is chilled and the aesthetic pleasingly shabby and cool.
