We’d already had a delicious light-as-a-feather potato and leek omelette for lunch at Three Bags Full in Abbotsford, but our carousing in coffee shops was far from over. The weather outside was very Melbourne winter: grey skies shot through with bursts of sunshine, hail, biting wind and rain. The thermometer couldn’t push the mercury past 11C today. Lunch had been spent moaning about housemates and people that didn’t talk to their heater in winter (we could never figure out people who don’t talk to inanimate objects). Afternoon tea needed to be a salve to our guilty, bitchy lunch and an excuse to waste more time doing nothing more than perusing the dailies. Seven Seeds had been VERY NOISY. We jumped in the car and found Cipi Cafe, Keene St, Collingwood. It was very zen. It was what we needed. A Japanese flavoured urban melbourne cafe. No signs out the front. No website. Relaxed. Locals. Awesome music. We barely even talked. You can keep your High Teas and fancy service. perfect winter’s day.
