City Station Complex
Perth Western Australia 6000
(08) 9325 3714
This is one of those places that satisfies the eating monster in you. You know, that monster in your stomach that awakes when you are super-hungry and fancying naughty fatty unhealthy re-fried food... like a pizza pie, like a fried crab stick, a corn jack, samosas, mini-pizzas with cheap cheese and tomato, or super-fried oily crunchy anything, or big sandwiches/pannini/rolls with anything fatty that looks colourful, or the usual boring tarts, "Donuts", cakes, which are never my thing as my monster likes it savoury. In a way it is sort of manly food, if you know what I mean. If you have one of those days, as I do, I go there, because, well, it is on my way to/from many places. I never feel guilty about these moments, but I do feel upset at being charged 20-30% more for the same items than in the shop down the escalator (take as an ex. the corn jacks or chicken strips).
The coffee is average, but not bad.
The best thing about the place is the long wall table facing Wellington St and Forrest Chase, or better said the quotes and sentences written on the panels in it. They are really nice, a touch of sensitivity in this not-for-the-sensitive-eater industrial bakery.
The service is fast but OK/poor depending on the person at the counter, and on the people cueing. However, beware, the place can be really dirty at peak times.
The customers are a nice bunch of retires, tradies, passers-by, hidders-by, people-watchers, hungry-from-hell types, homeless types, schoolies, me, you, him. Humanity in its full splendour, or is it decadence?
On the positive side, there is a silver lining in every cloud, you know for sure that, the crowds being there all day long, the food is freshly fried and prepared every day.
