The Thousands

The Central Markets are great. I was warned the other day that I probably shouldn’t walk around there inhaling deeply every few steps, like I do. But come on – coffee, bread, cheese (smelly by name, smelly by nature), and fresh, juicy fruit and veg. A feast for the senses, if I ever saw (?) one.

But sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming. Two punnets of strawberries for a dollar? An apple the size of your head? Odd looking unrefrigerated meat? An olive oil blend you never thought possible? Cripes, it’s not easy pretending you’re a knowledgeable foodie.

Enter Big Table, where you can just take a moment to sit and relax. It’s a café masquerading as a stall, so you get the best of both worlds – the hoighty-toightiness of sipping your latte from the comfort of a retro dining setting (optional extra: flicking through The Monthly) along with the common hustle-bustle of being in the thick of the market action. The food is good, and wholesome – the coffee, likewise. As an added bonus, the staff are super-cute, no matter which way you roll. A feast for the senses, if I ever saw one.