Ray Davies, that wonderfully nostalgic singer-songwriter of Kinks fame, did a song a few years ago called ‘Working Man’s Café’. It was about there being nowhere he felt like he could just go out and get a cuppa — you know, somewhere unpretentious, somewhere he could just be comfortable. I feel like Peter’s Café is the sort of place he was talking about, and he’s right, there’s not many left — not in the inner city anyway. It almost feels like a nice honest salt of the earth type café shouldn’t be on the Golden Mile — it’d probably be more at home as a truck stop or something. But I like it — it’s nice to come across an unpretentious café every so often. It’s a bit old school. It has wonderful pies — nuff said.