There are obviously not enough hip breakfast joints open on a Sunday in the Suburbs!! Piccolo’s is looking to set that straight. Opening at 8, chockers by 8:02, we managed to snag one end of a big table. 5 senses is the bag, speedily and well made, it has the trademark acidity of Crompton Road blend. Lovely staff, offbeat contemporary design, full of trendy suburbanites. 70%

So here’s the thing. One of my other pleasures and privileges
is riding an old Triumph Bonneville that my father in law sold me at a fair price. It’s not something that usually works with the coffee experience, as expeditions with friends more often than not focus on the licensed establishments for refreshments. Such was the brief on Saturday when a relaxed sojourn to Toodyay and the Chittering Valley was on the cards.
Arriving at Toodyay a bit before lunch really called for a coffee, but the group was heading for a table at the pub with all the focus of a cruise missile. Then, whilst perusing the bar, a real, proper coffee machine was spied. It had portafilta ta and everything! In a pub!!
This raised a risky proposition – a pint puller making a coffee?!? Hmmm. As it was someone else’s round, I thought it was well worth the risk……
Ta-da!! If it’s not a very acceptable cup I’ joe! No idea on the beans, but the bar-person crated the brew with he same attention to detail they give to pouring a frosty schooner of Emu draft. The slightest minor comment would be the mold flavour, but this could be the blend.
All in all this was the exception that provokes the rule about pub coffee – a nice shot at the end of a glorious ride. 73%