I’ve had good coffee. I’ve had great coffee. I have been a weekend barista for a few years at the Maling Room. It’s true that it’s difficult to enjoy a coffee the way it should be enjoyed at a place I used to work.

Today’s strong flat white at Seven Seeds was too delicious.

I just finished 8 nights in the Emergency Department and it was sunny. I had a nice breakfast with the reg in the morning sun at the European. The weekend is on.

The coffee was in perfect balance. Smooth and creamy texture. The surface was polished like glass. I have seen good milk. I can steam great mik. But this flat white was like cream. The art was bold and well defined. A single rosetta with slight colouration inside each pair of symmetric leaf. Like chefs fussing over micro herbs with tweezers, beautifully crafted and seemingly effortless. Flavour was sweet, chocolate, nutty and so rounded through the milk. I tasted another ‘god shot’ moment. The walnut tart was there again. So good, so good. The photo is an old one with some almond crossant I had.

Mark Dundon, owner of Seven Seeds, Brother Baba Budan and ex owner of St Ali is, in my view, the pioneer and the source of much fuss about coffee in Melbourne. When people talk about real passion for coffee, he is that passion. Not for the publicity, not for the recognition. He told me last year he just wanted to F… around with coffee. And I thank him for that. If you have ever had a chat with him you will get a feeling that he is someone who only, and only doing this for love. Rarely do you meet someone so humble and self-less

I am car-less for a week or so because someone reversed without looking first.

This weekend is half marathon and then I have to decide where to work next year. Melbourne or Brisbane. I am torn.