Saturday, April 14, 2007

In situ

Porccini Cafe, wedged between Enmore Road and King Street, has closed down.

In fact, the premises have been repossessed by the landlord because of unpaid rent, according to the notice in the window.

If you peer inside, you can see that the cafe has been abandoned untouched, stopped Pompeii-like in a moment of time. The blackboard menu is still there, the tables are still there. There's piles of banana bread near the till, right near the coffee loyalty cards. Even the half-eaten cakes are still on display in the fridge.

I don't want to encourage looting, but that's good cake going to waste right there. Although the cafe has been closed since just before Easter (they still have their Easter trading hours sign in the window: oh, the poignancy!), so it might be on the turn. It just seems rather odd. Surely if you had the dismal job of repossessing the property of failed businesses, you'd brighten your day a bit by also repossessing the cake, and maybe a bag of coffee beans for good measure.

As when any local business closes, I feel a bit guilty about its demise, even though I never really liked it. For starters, I always thought the name should have been spelled Porcini, but I was never entirely sure, so every time I walked past, it evoked a kind of cocky annoyance in me. Plus, they played loud, irritating music outside which pedestrians waiting at the lights were forced to endure. I ate there a couple of times and wasn't really impressed. But it was nice to see tables out on the street (although I couldn't understand why anyone would want to eat their breakfast sitting on a traffic island), a rare sight in Newtown.

I'll keep you posted on the decaying status of the cakes.


Karen said...

there's never been anything good on that corner, and it's such a good spot!

Suzy said...

You're great for the goss!
I never liked that cafe.

Meredith said...

Gee, Karen & Suzy have said just what I was going to say. Crap cafe: good riddance. When it was a hairdresser I got a really bad cut there that cost half a pay packet. Hrumph. Love the Miss Havisham cake thing though.

Dezza said...

I wondered about the spelling of their name, so googled "porccini" and found very few results.

This one
, does feature the ill-fated coffee shop and is possibly the most pointless video ever posted on You Tube.

No wonder the place closed down if this typifies the type of customer they were trying to attract.

Film & Media students with a penchant for body piercing are notoriously price sensitive and rarely buy expensive cakes, except when stoned.

Nosey in Newtown said...

Hopefully something better will open up there... like a cheese shop! (maybe that's just my fantasy)

Dezza, the link you posted doesn't work, but I reckon you mean this one:
Pointless doesn't even begin to cover it.

And I now have it on good authority that porcini only has one 'c'. Ha!

CRANKY said...

Hi. A few things about the now-defunct Porccini cafe. YES, it should be 'porcini', the owner stuffed up. When it opened the Sydney Morning Herald noticed the mistake and called the owner, who obviously didn't comment. This didn't stop the Good Living from taking the piss however.

Secondly, there was definitely more than cakes going to waste. The place used to be a bank and yes there was a vault underneath, which became the larder. Think spices, condiments, etc. I can only imagine what was left in the coolroom.

Third, they were lousy bums who didn't deserve to continue business. I know dishpig rates are never huge, but try ten bucks an hour, cash. One waitress there was paid less than ten bucks an hour because she was under 18 years of age.

The answer to the inevitable question is YES I did work there (when it first opened) and YES it pleases me no end to see the place fail. What a pretentious wank-hole. Now I only hope someone paints over the mural on Bailey Street & Enmore Road that now memorialises the place. Sucked in Porccini.

stickytape said...

i always thought (by the signage) that place was a franchise like Gloria Jeans. I have the fear that homogenisation is nipping at the heels of newtown.