Author Archives: Matt's Tale
Fables of The Farmer’s Market
There’s something old, but new, at the little place I get my coffee from on Sundays down at The Queen’s Park Farmer’s Market. It too, just like Eddie’s Coffee Cart in Paddington, is something of a guilty pleasure – except … Continue reading
Coffee A La Carte
For the last few months I have survived the rigours of the basin – Paddington Basin, that is. One of the little guilty pleasures which has helped me start and survive the day has been this little coffee cart that … Continue reading
The Dock of The Bay
For my friend, Antonio, who is “new in” to Sydney So I am back here again at Quest Base Camp, after my little sojourn in the Southern Hemisphere – and in reflecting back on this quest so far on this … Continue reading
The Old Home Town Café
Recently I had the opportunity to return to “the old home town” – Wellington, New Zealand. It did indeed feel a little like the opening lyrics from that song made famous by Tom Jones – “The Green, Green Grass of … Continue reading
Sheesha Surprise!!
Further to my Right Royal Sheesha posting in January. The very next day after posting that story I was involved in a minor car accident where a car ran into the back of mine when we had to stop, relatively quickly, … Continue reading
Quest Base Camp
Before Ismail and I venture out to “our” sheesha café at the Park Royal, let me tell you about an idea I’ve had to allow you to participate in the quest too. Allow me to introduce you to Quest Base Camp. … Continue reading
A Right Royal Sheesha
Continuing in the vein of cafes where you least expect them, a friend who runs one of my local cafes – in itself with a hint of alfresco Europe in the heart of London – tells me about a cafe … Continue reading
Café Interlude
In Horta, a little place somewhere in The Azores, which is itself in The Atlantic midway between Europe and the U.S.A, there is a café which is renowned for people meeting to share their stories from having sailed from one side … Continue reading
Just an ordinary café?
Back in 1992, almost twenty years ago to the day, coffee and café culture was almost unknown in Great Britain. When you ordered a coffee, it was typically one type – percolated (aka filter) – and often served in a mug, rather than … Continue reading
Outside the Sad Café
The sad café. We all have one, don’t we? Some place that we may remember with bitter-sweet memories, of what might have been but then never quite was. Mine is a place in Wellington, New Zealand, called Lido – a … Continue reading
Café Quest 