Aahh, churros, that scrummy Spanish sweet fried snack is available here, along with a most pleasant cup o’ joe. This small carry out bar, resurrected from Petit Cafe, tempts those waiting to dodge death by cycle courier when crossing Barrack St. The coffee is good, but couldn’t spy the beans used. Perhaps they were stored behind the Nutella jars? Whistfully contemplating what it would take to become a member of the always jovial mid-eastern club that gathers on the footpath, the brew was drawn by a swarthy gent who looked mysterious – maybe a member of the secret service meeting on the footpath – immediately making me feel part of a Raymond Chandler novel. Good tasting result, though the air of intrigue was diminished somewhat by the baby sipper cup lid. 62%