--> I am having my lunch break.
--> A bunch of tough-looking long-bearded guys arrive. They look tough. They look like a new wave of breaded bikies with a sprinkle of poshness.
--> They order.
--> They go outside.
(I am sure they are going to order something tough, something macho or at least manly, a long macch, a black coffee without sugar, something acid and caustic, meaty.)
--> Their order arrives... A green coloured organic juice.
WTF!
(WHERE? Babooshka Cafe, Northbridge)
--> A bunch of tough-looking long-bearded guys arrive. They look tough. They look like a new wave of breaded bikies with a sprinkle of poshness.
--> They order.
--> They go outside.
(I am sure they are going to order something tough, something macho or at least manly, a long macch, a black coffee without sugar, something acid and caustic, meaty.)
--> Their order arrives... A green coloured organic juice.
WTF!
(WHERE? Babooshka Cafe, Northbridge)
