I ate alone at Sahara, where four years ago I wrote about the view from a cracked window. The vista has changed — then it was a deep hole in the ground, now it is another city mall. The window is still broken. I liked that.
4 Aug 2008
Ha! Good to even hear that cafe's still there. Even before the
view was hole in the ground it was a skate park, and the people who
worked in Sahara were stoners who'd forget your bagel order. We
used to go down there for a coffee and a bagel between classes up
at RMIT. All the time, all the time, we'd think "ah, forty
minutes, we're totally cool" and invariably they'd forget at least
one person's lunch, but they were so sweet we'd forgive them and go
and grab a roll from Rue Babelon on the way back. I think the
joint's changed hands about three times since then, but I've always
had a soft spot for it. Next time I'm back in town I'll go up for
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Two weeks with the apple and the lone star (illustrated).