Afficionadas of St Kilda cafes and coffee know there are few decent ones to be found nowadays on the main drags.
Not Steve Kovacks at Miss Jackson
Steve Kovacks, a familiar face from the Birdcage for those of you who remember it, is joint partner in the venture and behind the La Marzocco Linea machine making some pretty decent lattes with Allpress beans.
There are cupcakes and brownies for morning snacks. Or food that goes beyond the standard cafe fare that is well priced and comes in large portions. A salad of lentils with beetroot (enough to make you panic the next morning) is wholesome and uplifting. The steak sandwich and piadinas are also worth a try with a glass of wine if you aren’t too fucked-up or hungover. (Hey, this is St Kilda after all.)
But I give special mention to the corned beef sandwich which is served with gherkins on a wooden platter. It comes as close as I’ve found to the the salt beef on rye with pickles I used to gobble up at Selfridges in London.
Inside the tall Victorian space is light and airy with classic balloon-backed chairs and blond wood tables across it’s multiple spaces. In winter the fire is lit and from spring the outside deck will come into its own.
If you’ve missed Miss Jackson, it’s at the top end of Jackson St, near the corner of Grey hidden behind a lazer cut rusty steel fence.
As I said I think I like Miss Jackson. No, I’m sure. I really do like her.