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July 3rd 2008 00:45
Sydney-siders face 'unreasonable interference' during World Youth Day

Pope Benedict addresses a youth rally crowd


Pope Benedict will arrive in Sydney amid tight security. (Reuters, file photo: Erin Siegal)


Draconian, repugnant and unnecessary. These are just a few of the criticisms of special regulations coming into force for the upcoming Catholic World Youth Day event in Sydney.

Civil libertarians and legal experts say the regulations could see situations such as someone deemed to be wearing an offensive T-shirt being arrested and given a hefty fine.

New South Wales Police say the measures are designed simply to ensure that World Youth Day is a peaceful and happy event.

The event runs from July 15 to July 20, but from today until the end of the month the regulations come into force.

Under the regime SES and Rural Fire Service volunteers will assist police in bag checks at World Youth Day locations.

And anyone deemed to be causing annoyance could be arrested and fined up to $5,500.

New South Wales deputy police commissioner Dave Owens says the regulations do not restrict democratic rights.

"If people wish to lawfully protest, we will facilitate those protests as long as they are law abiding," he said.

"Police officers always maintain a discretion, and I expect them to use that discretion."


There have been suggestions that people could be arrested if they wear a T-shirt that promotes the use of condoms. Mr Owens refused to rule that out.

"There are individual circumstances that will have to be dealt with individually," he said.

'Repugnant'

President of the New South Wales Bar Association Anna Katzmann says she does not understand why the regulations have been brought in.

"They are repugnant for two reasons," she said.

"First of all the Government has by-passed the normal parliamentary scrutiny that would be available if they were introduced by an Act of Parliament," she said.

"Secondly they are an unreasonable interference with people's freedom of speech and movement."

She says there is a chance people could be arrested for trivial offences in the areas that have been declared as special World Youth Day zones.

"These World Youth Day-declared areas are numerous and they encompass places like Sydney University and the Opera House. Places that you and I would travel to regularly, not just churches or church schools," she said.

New South Wales Council of Civil Liberties president Cameron Murphy says he is opposed to the proposed measures.

"A police officer may find someone's T-shirt annoying and on that basis issue them with a fine," he said.

"That sort of thing is likely to escalate any problems that occur rather than prevent them."

The Greens have joined civil libertarians and the Bar Association in calling for the regulations to be cancelled.

Based on an AM report by Barbara Miller.
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Oh. Wow. Breakfast. It's just possible I died and went to heaven.

The Big Five:

1) A good friend

2) Coffee

3) Said good friend asking for my advice (even if it was on contract law)

4) Said good friend shouting breakfast

5) PANCAKES!!!!!

And I had to sacrifice waffles and all sorts of English breakfast combinations to settle on pancakes which you could have with all manner of interesting sauces, including Vanilla, Caramel and Baileys (that's one sauce), Honey, Chardonnay and Banana, and Blueberries, Blackberries, Raspberries and Merlot - my final choice (post-agonising).

And icecream and whipped cream!

And a square-ish bowley plate.

All for $6.50!

Raaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And where were these delights?

Home.cafe (or Home Dot Cafe or just Home Cafe) at 91 Glebe Point Road, Glebe - just keep walking away from Broadway past the first strip of cafes, past the school and it's there on your right with a blue balcony - you can't miss it!

There is also cheap internet ($1 for 30 minutes), a reading room (with quite a collection), a sunny courtyard and a barbeque - apparently they do BBQ lunches!

Coffee is $3, but $3.50 for specialty lattes etc, such as the Creme Cinnamon or Creme Brulee - and that's about standard for the ever-poshising Glebe area.

But pancakes for $6.50? That's a downright bargain!

And there are many many a pretty pastry in the windows in front of the kitchen, including those cakes we all know from our childhoods with green frogs built in to the tops, as well as mice versions.
Kinda like this...


And although my learned fellow reviewer has serious issues with the service, Miss J and I had no such issues - it was friendly, personalised, with free flowing cold water and even a patient explanation of the sauces on the menu. Trust me, it was complicated - mostly because the realist in me thought "no way, not baileys AND caramel in one sauce - amy just don't get your hopes up."

It's very very reasonable, close to Broadway shops, and far enough away from Broadway itself to feel positively suburban - and they have huge high outdoor chairs with high backs that are really very comfortable. This place could make you very very fat very very quickly. Check it out. Amy says.
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If it were acceptable to “dis” Well Connected in Glebe, then it would be called Disconnected.

At 35 Glebe Point Road, Well Connected is one of a string of cafes maintaining the street’s reputation for funky if overpriced formerly bohemian dining. You might know it as the small looking place with retro swivel red chairs. Yes, the tables really are as small as they look. On the other hand, the bench seats along the walls are lavishly cushioned to your bottom’s relief and far less uncomfortable than they appear.

The décor has been described as “grungy”, “alternative” and even “depressing”. Who are these people? Dark colours and low couches do not a depressive episode make. If you like it light and airy, the upstairs is very well lit, more spacious, and generally is a little more main stream if you feel safer out of the clutches of the Glebe passers by, but we must remember that Glebe is gentrified and not nearly as edgy as any non-local might spruik as they monger their scare wares.

This means you pay more for waitresses unburdened by so many chips and piercings. The staff at Well Connected were all very friendly and not at all Enmorish. They even coped with a post-holiday request for two people to share a two course meal, and thus for different dishes to come out at different times. There was, additionally, none of the stress of whether the food would be there in time and even those with one hour breaks had time to eat at a leisurely pace. Here is Well Connected’s main selling point over any Thai in Newtown – it wasn’t too crowded and it wasn’t so much of a gamble which ends in such bad indigestion.

Open Mon-Sat 7am-10pm and Sun 8am-10pm, Well Connected has acknowledged its propinquity to Sydney University with a dinner offer that was prohibitively specific – something along the lines of 30% off a main course from a specific menu when you buy another main course after 6pm week nights on even days of the month if you’re wearing green and the waitress thinks you’re cute.

The portions are small for what you pay, and it’s hard to justify against a $6 Thai lunch that would feed a family of five for three days (a Thai family that is – Thai people are smaller and less gluttonous than your average Aussie family). But the blueberry pancakes are delectable and the bruschetta is made with TLC and no shortage of Spanish onion or balsamic vinegar, so for the foodies the meals might be justifiable. I suspect that their very limited menu (said one fellow diner, “Is that it?”) allows the cooks to specialize to their hearts’ content.

But though I might look like a foodie, I’m really only a hedonist. Good food is good food, and I’d really prefer it wasn’t served in minute quantities on an oversized plate in a precarious, gravity-defying stack of over-thought, over-prepared and (logically) over-priced unpronounceable morsels. None of this has any relevance to the café I’m currently pulling to pieces, but my point is, my area of expertise is coffee, not whatever excuse for nutrition accompanies it.

So what does the cappuccinista say? Well it’s better $3 coffee than most places pass for $3.50 coffee. It is yet to pass the strong coffee test - I’ll get back to you on that one. My cappuccino was unremarkable amidst the company of Master D and Miss E, which means it did the job inoffensively and with a minimum of fuss. Satisfying, a predictable temperature, not too bitter, not too strong, such that it invaded my body and was promptly adopted, accepted like a well-placed kidney, without the pomp and ceremony of anaesthetic and life saving.

Or was it?....

“Last night a latte saved my life.”
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Camp posers go to Campos

June 25th 2006 18:43
It’s possible I’m overstating it slightly, but I’m quite sure that Campos “Specialty Coffee Professionals” is the wankiest place in Newtown. Of course it’d be run of the mill and thoroughly down to earth in the eastern suburbs or even in Darlinghurst, but just off King Street and dangerously close to the colleges I can’t help feeling it’s a little out of place.

But perhaps it’s the bastion of over-priced wankiness in the area and they cornered the market on suits and coffee snobs as a precursor to Newtown’s fullblown gentrification. Give it time, give it time.

Too many prams, not enough piercings.

At 193 Missenden Road, Newtown (ph 9516 3361 although I can’t think of a single reason why you’d want to call them), Campos do their own brew. And then they hock it at silly prices.

But their waiters are dressed nicely, clean shaven, and do coffee art. So maybe it’s worth it after all.

Master S actually made them guess what he wanted to drink. He claims he was open to suggestions, but I think it was lucky they took a punt on his preppy exterior and made him a mocha. Geniuses these guys, geniuses.

To be fair, it’s a warm little shoebox with sunlight streaming in in the afternoons. It comes well equipped with all the paraphernalia you could ever need for a satisfying game of “What the hell is that coffee related item?” and the coffee is strong and bitey but not bitter.

And honestly, if you’re a cappuccinista and are really into subtle blends of different beans etc etc, this place will really ring your service bell.

To be unfair, it’s a stuffy, cramped little joint with high, uncomfortable stools, tiny cups (no good! Right guys?) and arty farty coffee photographs on the walls. You know the kind. They were co-opted by Starbucks and therefore have lost any class they may have implied in the past. (hypothetical class, that is)

There’s not a student in sight, but if you’re after purple shirting wearing affogato drinking dudes and a few less prams than the main drag is littered with; if you’re in a slummy student area and want to pretend you lead a really elite and highfaluting life; if you want to feel more like you’re in a bar than at home – check out Campos.

You know they’ll be checking YOU out.
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ouchie
I like a good hippie/vegan/piercing friendly venue. Not because I’ve taken advantage of every flexible flap of skin my body has to offer for hosting foreign metal objects, but because I’m a spectator at the freak show. I have to admit that occasionally the piercings in my beloved Newtown put me off my food. I don’t think that’s a prejudiced position, any more than being lactose intolerant makes you a bigot.

Put simply, people watching is that much more satisfying when there’s that element of the extreme, the unnatural, the fetishist. Like the Gothic mothers that have begun to populate the Enmore area. It’s like they were students who forgot to leave. And it would appear that even vegans drink coffee.
This I found out after stumbling across a noice little café, Corelli’s, 352 King Street, Newtown. It’s on the lower part of King Street (after it’s split into Enmore Road), close to the station, and very close to Newtown Performing Arts School (or whatever those arty farty kids call it).

Don’t be fooled by its run-of-the-mill pathetic Italian ripoff name though. Don’t even be fooled by potential literary references. There was not a mandolin in sight. (thank the gods – we could have been there FOREVER) This is a genuine Newtown café – and just for you I will list the telltale signs (just in case you’re ever kidnapped, hooded, and taken to one as a hostage and you manage to use your feet to call the police under the table and you need to guess where you are):

1) Corrugated iron counter.
2) Avocado mash-coloured walls.
3) Skinny, pierced, drug-addict-looking wait staff.
4) Tofu burgers and a myriad of vege-friendly options.
5) Something called an LSD: a latte with soy and dandelion.
6) 700 kinds of tea, including something about “spiralina” – what the?!

Honestly, there were rockmelons in the display shelves alongside the many homemade desserts (ugly but promising – again you may choose to close your eyes) and quinces on the bench by the window. I apparently couldn’t spot a quince if I knocked it to the floor with my elbow and asked “what the hell is that” but luckily my ever-more-cultured coffee companion Master S was able to edumacate me. There were fresh flowers sprawling from the cash register area, reaching into the high ceiling and the slightly cramped area around the outside.

The kitchen is smack bang in the middle of the place so there’s no hiding the hygiene.

If you’re wont to judge by appearances then again this place might not be for you.


*crunch*!
Oddly enough they’re licensed, and corkage is $2 per BOTTLE , which is a nice change from the silliness of exorbitant Sydney corkage per person. But this warm, friendly vibe I got more from the setup of the place than the staff was continued by their apparent policy to adorn each spoon with a Tiny Teddy. I LIKE that sort of touch. Although it’s possible I just like it because it feels like you’re getting something for nothing. Really though, who DOESN’T like a marshmallow or a chocolate or a biscuit or SOMETHING coming with their coffee? If you know anywhere else that does this, please let me know![

It’s another home of homemade chai tea (Cibby!) with plenty of chunky unidentified bits floating in frothed milk in a rather large pot, so don’t be put off by its $3.80 price tag. It was a bit weak, though, to be honest, but on the other hand, I appreciate a place that can furnish me with the honey I require.

THOU SHALT NOT PUT SUGAR IN CHAI!

vegan porn
Oh, and one other very important factette about Corelli’s: they are open 7 days, 7am til LATE!!! Hurray! Although chances are if you’re in Newtown late you’re happy to party. At any rate, I’d be VERY interested to see the clientele at, say, 11pm!!!

Check it out if you’re wandering by, anyway… I’m talking to YOU hippie… That’s right, YOU!

“Yeah hippie, go back to Woodstock [or Corelli’s] if you don't want to shoot anything.” – Eric Cartman, South Park.
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By George - she's got it!

May 10th 2006 03:36
Sydney’s a big place. Sure, if you’re a suburbanite who doesn’t live close to the CBD you’re used to travelling. Typically, Australians have a greater sense of space than, say, our Pommie counterparts – driving an hour for lunch is not excessive. In England, this would take you two counties away. They will ask if you would like to stay the night, since you’ve come cross country.

Then again at least the Poms come to Australia (in droves). Europeans don’t bother because it’s just too far away. New Zealand is the real loser here. Or maybe that’s because it wouldn’t be worth going to New Zealand if it was a ten minute walk.

Australia Sydney-siders have the greatest sense of space after the rurals (you nearest neighbour is a half hour drive away) – it’s the largest city by area and population.

And we are not so cosmopolitan that we need everything to come to us. That’s why the inner west is such a gift. It’s the logical meeting point between North West and Inner West. Especially if you’re on the Northern line you’ve got a short ride up to Burwood or Strathfield to compromise with anyone living between there and the city.

And although it’s very much a local secret, Burwood is no hole. Just like Parramatta, it has developed considerably in recent years.

Shopping? Check. Not a lot of boutiques but enough chains to keep you busy – this is one well-stocked Westfield.

Movies? Check.

Accessible by train? Check. (Inner West, Western Line, Northern Line)

Food? Check.

What more do you want?

Old school diner café with neon and big servings?

CHECK!

It’s called George’s Café, at 122 Burwood Rd, Burwood.

And I like a place with booths. The menu goes on for miles – any whim, any craving, any fancy seems able to be indulged – though their specialities are café favourites: sandwiches, burgers, melts and pasta. And it’s CHEAP and liberal with chips and salad.

It’s just down the main drag from the station and while it has no outdoor seating, I don’t see why you’d want to wreck the illusion of retrostepping into a 1960s diner. Okay it’s not as kitsch and kosher as Johnny Rockets, but they found that people weren’t prepared to pay exorbitant prices for burgers and milkshakes when the jukebox was extra. They couldn’t pull the wool over Australian eyes, no siree, we knew the Fonz and the Pink Ladies were perpetually skint and THEY still went to milkbars. So Johnny Rockets in Australia is no more.

What’s the next best thing? Booths and pink neon!!!

I can’t speak highly enough of pink neon. It always reminds me of Tom-the-Tool Cruise in Cocktail. Which by the way has the greatest tagline:

When he pours, he reigns.

GENIUS!

Go there with a big group on a Sunday afternoon or mid-week and feel like the coolest gang in the hood, pile your table up with the remnants of excess and milkshakes galore – it’s about fries, cream and too many plates!

Plus you really do feel cool walking the streets of Burwood. *snigger*.

(the following joke has NOTHING to do with George’s Café. Honest. Don’t sue me.)

A guy sits down in a Cafe' and asks for the hot chili. The waitress says, "The guy next to you got the last bowl."

So, he gets a cup of coffee. Then he sees that the guy next to him has finished his meal, but the chili bowl is still full. He says, "Are you going to eat that?"

The other guy says, "No. You can have it."

The guy takes it and starts to eat it. When he gets about half way down, he sees a dead mouse in it, and he pukes the chili back into the bowl.

The other guy says, "That's about as far as I got, too."
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Sydney Coffee - Bravo!

April 17th 2006 03:26
A short walk from King Street (most people mistakenly call this part of Enmore Road part of King Street anyway, since the western end of King Street is a bit on the quiet side) and en route to the University of Sydney or the CBD for anyone living in the Inner West, Bravo Coffee, 177 Enmore Road, Enmore will be the best detour you take all day.

Technically, they’re “Importers / Roasters / Blenders / Distributors” rather than a café, but there is a long bench with stools along one wall that is conducive only to waiting for your order or reading in private. Then again, the staff are so sour-faced that you’ll want to join their antisocial hermitude and pout over the state of the world with them. It’s very Enmore: it’s the jaded, inward-looking connoisseur of coffee who is never really happy because perfection is futile in such a corrupted, bourgeois society. Not surprisingly, Bravo's is mostly a takeaway joint.

But if you can choose between a cold stare and a smile that you know will ruin their day when you order a coffee at Bravo’s, you will be rewarded with a most satisfying caffeinated beverage at a most satisfying price (although obviously there’s still SO much wrong with it, given the capitalist oppression blah blah blah).

None of the aforementioned coffee sins have ever been committed in what is a veritable shrine to top quality ingredients and professional baristaship. There are 14 varieties of coffee – you can spice it up and have a different cup every time you go – and before long you’ll be talking bean brittleness and crema quantities with the best of them.

So although in the present context, I’d take it as nihilistic, fatalistic, cynical and conceited, I’ll stand by their motto and implore you all to take heed:


“Life’s too short to drink ordinary coffee.”
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Beware the man of one book....

March 31st 2006 03:07
... or "cave ab homine unius libri"... (Cicero)

Entering a bookshop before you’ve had your coffee seems like some kind of reverse universe where food comes out of your mouth fully formed and shattered pieces of glass fly off the floor to recompose themselves into champagne flutes.

Never fear! You can soon set this inversion right at Sappho Books. I might never have set foot in this bookshop if it hadn’t been from a tipoff from a friend who discovered it by mistake. Behind the book shop itself, more or less in what could be an extension and a townhouse backyard, is a tiny little café, complete with detached bathroom!

Iced coffees with plenty of icecream, frappes crunchy with berry bits and ingeniously sprinkled with shaved chocolate, books within arms reach – not to mention the personal efforts of the staff – combine to make this little hideaway a very special place for long talks or quiet reflection.

Umbrellas and pergola shelter you from the elements if you want to sit outside, but there is also a simple rustic/ethnic bench seat/cushion arrangement going on in the back room; an assortment of chairs and tables mean you can always find a spot you like the look of.

By all means make it your own – though I get the feeling some of the instalments in the backyard claimed their patch when the café first opened, so try to avoid Regular Rage – but there’s no pressure to buy books or leave when you’re done. No kids, this is not your average Chinese restaurant.

Best of all, its not quite Newtown, not quite the CBD, not quite Redfern, but it’s still on your route to Broadway shops or Sydney Uni or Leichardt or Parramatta from the city. There’s a peculiarly Glebe boho sensibility here that reflects the gradual gentrification of the area: it’s low-key, unimposing comfort meets staff who smile with gourmet options.

And although this is not a toilet blog (though I think we could all use a bit of direction/warning there), I appreciate a café that keeps their bathrooms clean enough to cook in – provided they don’t actually. Better than all the sharehouse facilities I’ve been forced to endure – and plenty of posters to entertain you while you’re there! That hiatus between caffeine hits can really make or break a café experience.

You won’t get accosted by crazies, ranted at by revolutionaries, or sneered at by snobs, and it’s totally possible to go there without getting the least bit edumacated.

To drink is human, to drink coffee, divine!


The Sappho Books café can be found at 165 Glebe Point Road, Glebe.
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Who's got time for the daily grind?

March 28th 2006 10:50
"Coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their chops, and spend their money, all for a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle water.”
-- The Women's Petition Against Coffee, 1674

It’s a place where the smells - not just of coffee but also of bacon and eggs, blueberry bagels and kooky blended fruity healthy drinks – comfortably overcome the stench of bohemia and Redfern alleyways and the memories of the seeing eye dog that always needs to expel last night’s dinner at the same point of its morning walk. This walk has always been too early in the morning for eye-witness accounts (it’s a student area), but so the rumour goes – did you know the poor little bastards are trained to keep walking rather than stop and do their business in a dignified fashion on someone’s front lawn?

But Café Ella on Abercrombie Street in Redfern is defending animal rights (though not specifically the right to relieve oneself while stationary) by allowing the well behaved ones to join their owners in enjoying the sun, watching the riff-raff and the freaks and geeks stumble by on their way to class.

It’s not a dog café by any stretch of the imagination, in fact the canine clientele are not as reliable as their human counterparts, but it’s a good indication of the laid-back and accommodating ethos here. It’s a happy wedding, methinks, between Inner-West indie organicism and CBD good quality food and service.

Sit amongst whatever solid, comforting wooden furniture inside or ad hoc backyard style outside table you can find that isn’t already occupied by readers, chatters and people watchers.

Take in the bare walls and open kitchen and realise that it doesn’t look stark and modernist, but it’s actually a smart use of shoe-box shaped space. And they have somehow smuggled into the country a winning recipe for home brew chai tea – spicy and chunky and made with milk instead of water. Who knows what all those healthy looking clumps are at the bottom of the pot, all I can tell you is that I was feeling pretty damn smug about my situation this morning over chai and a pumpkin and ricotta muffin toasted with some butter.

Contented. Comfortable. Complacent. In fact I was falling asleep from sheer relaxed bliss.

And that was despite the indie CD playing at that level that patrons over forty might be inclined to call loud.

Remember guys, listen to Hell’s Grannies: make tea not war.


Cafe Ella can be found at 366 Abercrombie St, Redfern
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