I love my suburb. I’ve lived here for seven years now, and when I
grow up can afford to buy my own home, this is where I want to be. In a little renovated period house with a rose garden. Or even in my current unit, if it was modernised. It’s close to the city by car and public transport, relatively safe (despite its bad reputation from Underbelly the TV show and Underbelly in real life), and most things that I need can be accessed in the suburb itself or very close by. Neighbouring suburbs are very multicultural – I have lots of great eateries around.
It doesn’t wear the hipster glasses of Brunswick or Fitzroy, yet it’s got a cool edge to it. I think it’s an up and commer.
Along the shopping strip I frequent, the shopkeepers know me by name. I buy from the green grocer, butcher, chemist, newsagent, delis and little supermarket. If I need something from a major supermarket, it’s a two minute car trip away. It’s friendly.
And the cafes are good too. There is a great deli that does home style Italian food, one that’s just been revived that features some Mexican inspired food, and a few that advertise good coffee (I can’t vouch given I don’t drink coffee). Yesterday I took a walk and got some sun, picked up a magazine and had breakfast. A breakfast featuring all the good fats. Rye toast with mashed avocado, asparagus, salmon and scrambled eggs. They were so generous with their salmon serving too! Yum!
Today while picking up the newspaper and a chicken and salad, I saw that a bakery/cupcake shop has opened. It is called Mister Nice Guys and is decorated 1950s style – including the coiffed hairstyle of the barista. Isn’t it pretty? I want to take more photos one day, but today there were a lot of customers there. It’s got some kitsch retro accessories which I love!
There are a range of cupcakes in two sizes – I only had a very quick look and saw peanut butter, and then was won over by this one, a French toast cupcake.
The icing was delicious (and I’m not a huge icing fan) – it was maple syrup flavoured. I couldn’t pick what the cake tasted like – I would say cinnamony-custardy, like, well, French toast. The barista said I had picked the best flavour.
There is also not much street art in my suburb. It’s mostly ugly graffiti on the train station pedestrian underpass. When I saw this beautiful mural painted on the wall of a chicken shop, I smiled.
The brick wall has been designed like a chicken house, with a wooden house front, some window pot plants, and scenes of chickens doing human activities in a field. Free-range chickens indeed. Isn’t it cute?
I complimented the owner of the shop on the mural and he said lots of kids and their parents love the chickens and stop to photograph it, just like I did.
Do you love your suburb? What’s special about it?