While I was in Newcastle, I went to The Depot, a new cafe on Darby St, twice for lunch. Mostly because I hadn’t been there yet, and the first time because I was by myself on Saturday and it looked like I could tuck away at a table with a magazine and eat without being disturbed… while listening to their music that strongly fell into my tastes (Goldfrapp was playing when I got there).
I had an awesome roast vegetable salad (with the usual diet coke) with pumpkin, beetroot, chick peas, pistachios and some rocket, topped with halloumi and pesto. Oh yums! :) The waiter observed that I was in a purple mood, with purple tights, purple handbag and a new purple clip. I ate in peace and read some local music magazine. Noice :p
The next day I went with Rish and his family. Aside from them not being able to do chai to save themselves (lack of brewing in milk – came out as a tea bag, separate pot of water, server of milk – only to be sent back to be brewed in the milk – so either ask for it how you like it, or hope they will learn over time) all was reported to be yummy. My latte (above) was very cute, and very drinkable :) And the toastie was yummy and warm with a nice chili/tomato jam. I was happy anyway.
Not the ‘same’ atmosphere as the Goldberg’s and the Grind on the street (with their wooden tables and chairs and French/Italian posterage), but I liked the walls and the clean industrial feel (clipboard menus are the thing I hear, I had one at dinner on Friday night, too). May or may not have been resting my head on the cork/chip board on the walls :p
