The Thousands

In the month formerly known as November, the glut of facial hair can get tiresome. Yes, good cause blah blah blah, but not everyone can rock a mo, or should try. This tiny cafe is no mo-for-one-month-only. It’s more like the mo that maketh the man. Think Chaplin, Dali or this guy.

The handsome facade sits neat, like a well-trimmed toothbrush, half-way along Redfern street. The relaxed open kitchen, comfy scuffed chesterfield, communal table and art nouveaux wallpaper furnish your experience. And curb-side seating always promises vivid viewing in this part of town.**Fine breakfast fare can include hotcakes with passionfruit, ricotta and honeycomb (if only child-me could see what adult-me is allowed to eat for breakfast). More traditional items can also be found, like configurations of eggs and things (bacon, mushroom, et al). Lunch welcomes friends you might know, ‘the sandwich’ and ‘the burger’, along with tasty upstarts like pea, corn and haloumi fritters.

And being permanent, Baffi & Mo sits proud the other eleven months of the year too.