Finally a decent flat white (and a young model)

My old office used to look out over Berwick St, with its wonderful but little known fruit and veg market. “3 figs 1 pound” the sign reads. And they used to at least have some wonderfully arranged displays.
The “models” are still up a staircase next to the fish and chip shop where we lusted over the girl with a fine layer of chip fat over her skin and the giant hoop earrings. Once the “models” used to be French, schoolgirl or simply young. Now they are oriental or eastern european.
But this is not why I’m here. I’m in search of a decent coffee.
Back in the day cafe Nero and Patisserie valerie weren’t too bad but they jumped the shark by becoming chains in a city that has become increasingly starbuckized. It’s nice to see Bruno, where we used to grab our cappuccinos, still there but I wonder what I’d make of its coffee nowadays.

It is in Berwick St that there is a little bit of Australia in the coffee served in Flat White. My 2.50 pound ($6) latte has all the flavour and the art. But the price!
Everywhere I eat and drink reinforces my theory that you nearly pay $1 for pound for food and drink.