The Gypsy Bar is just around the corner from my flat. I went on a fabulous first date there years ago, when I had been in Melbourne for only 6 days, and when I walk past I experience a moment of romantic nostalgia. The glowing coffee machine makes me think of absinthe and decadent indulgences. It seemed so unlikely then that I would live so close to this cosy den of intimacy. It has the right kind of atmosphere; something that is impossible to artificially manufacture. Their bloody mary is perfect.