Good One (42 Douglas Street), off the uber-trendy Ponsonby Road, lacks a kitchen, but makes up for it with lamb sausage rolls and sardines on toast. This no-nonsense, post-industrial shed is a proper beanhead's mecca that leads the way in the lastest trend – filter coffee. Forget those clumsy, 80s, plastic monstrosities; this is how to imbibe single-origin beans.In short, wank; Grauniad wank, but wank nevertheless. Since when was Ponsonby Road uber-trendy? It is the realm of the senseless: by day, the lumpen bourgeoisie roam, with their dogs and their high-tech pushchairs, in search of gifts of the kiwiana kind. Come nightfall, the ghastlies - men in striped shirts and women in not very much at all - overflow from bars which doubtless they think of as sophisticated.
I am presented with a wooden tray that holds a mug with a dainty ceramic filter, milk and a jug of hot water. Big in Japan, I am told, and the process hints at the elegance of that nation's tea ceremony. Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee has a burnt toast taste that is oddly warming.
In any case, what sort of writer says of anything that it is uber-trendy? And how about that filter coffee then? For the price of a small car you bought a coffee machine the size of a small car and now filters are the thing. That must hurt.
This morning's burnt toast had a burnt toast taste that was oddly warming.