Martin FrimetThe Famous Blue Raincoat 25B Vernon Street South Kingsville Victoria 3015
March 13th 2007 11:46
Its not often you find one of those places that your gut tells you that should you step inside your going to find a little gem that
everyone around you has known about for ages but refused to let you know about for fear of losing their little peace of wonderland.
Having walked past a few times i found myself wondering about the obscurity of such a place in bland surroundings, it had character, it had atmosphere
it had the air of something that had stood the test of time and was now everybodys little secret but mine! Finally after weeks of 'having other things to do' i took
the time to step inside 'The Famous Blue Raincoat'. Immediately i felt like i had been shifted somewhere else, somewhere where my attentions would of been
drawn to on a lazy sunday afternoon in brunswick street. Books and magazines littered the small tables and chairs, an amplifier sits in the corner akin a small spotlight, photos
and random newspaper clippings adorn the worn walls and a lady without what it seems a care in the world greets me at the door. Relaxation sets through my whole body
and my mind settles on an already preconcieved idea of ' that cool little place'. I hadn't thought much about the food really, i didn't think there would be much on offer and i didn't really
expect to eat anything that would sit me back and have me full belly content, how wrong i was...it was lunchtime but as she walked past with two steaming hot plates
of sausages, egss, thick buttery toast, crispy bacon, tomato and mushrooms (something we might know as breakfast) my lunchtime cravings dissapeared and i knew my
stomach was calling out for a repeat of that very plate, who doesn't love a place that serves breakfast whenever you want it!...gold...breakfast was no trouble and before i could
lose myself in the raincoat's surroundings again that very plate sat right in front of me...a good breadfast is hard to find, ala, crispy bacon not half cooked and almost boiled, thick
toast that melts the butter, not a piece of 2 week old ciabatta...you get the drift...few words were spoken and breakfeast became the meal that would bring me back for more
tomorrow or the next day...as for the rest well its short and sweet, not too many options but as the old adage goes its quality not quantity that counts. The raincoat is a
music venue too boot, a bit of jazz and blues from what i can tell, an open mic night gives those creative enough a chance to let it all out and of course i'm sure i remember
reading somewhere about a sunday session and you can't go past a sunday sess can you...the raincoat was everything i wanted it to be, a rare find and a welcome relief
from the hyped up pubs and cafes that lie next door in williamstown...check it out, i'm sure you'll love it...
everyone around you has known about for ages but refused to let you know about for fear of losing their little peace of wonderland.
Having walked past a few times i found myself wondering about the obscurity of such a place in bland surroundings, it had character, it had atmosphere
it had the air of something that had stood the test of time and was now everybodys little secret but mine! Finally after weeks of 'having other things to do' i took
the time to step inside 'The Famous Blue Raincoat'. Immediately i felt like i had been shifted somewhere else, somewhere where my attentions would of been
and random newspaper clippings adorn the worn walls and a lady without what it seems a care in the world greets me at the door. Relaxation sets through my whole body
and my mind settles on an already preconcieved idea of ' that cool little place'. I hadn't thought much about the food really, i didn't think there would be much on offer and i didn't really
expect to eat anything that would sit me back and have me full belly content, how wrong i was...it was lunchtime but as she walked past with two steaming hot plates
of sausages, egss, thick buttery toast, crispy bacon, tomato and mushrooms (something we might know as breakfast) my lunchtime cravings dissapeared and i knew my
stomach was calling out for a repeat of that very plate, who doesn't love a place that serves breakfast whenever you want it!...gold...breakfast was no trouble and before i could
toast that melts the butter, not a piece of 2 week old ciabatta...you get the drift...few words were spoken and breakfeast became the meal that would bring me back for more
tomorrow or the next day...as for the rest well its short and sweet, not too many options but as the old adage goes its quality not quantity that counts. The raincoat is a
music venue too boot, a bit of jazz and blues from what i can tell, an open mic night gives those creative enough a chance to let it all out and of course i'm sure i remember
reading somewhere about a sunday session and you can't go past a sunday sess can you...the raincoat was everything i wanted it to be, a rare find and a welcome relief
from the hyped up pubs and cafes that lie next door in williamstown...check it out, i'm sure you'll love it...
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