I was minding my own business in Loafer Bread on Scotchmer St North Fitzroy on a Saturday morning recently, sipping a perfect macchiato and drooling over my walnut and cinnamon scroll, when a blond man walked in and ordered a coffee and a croissant. On being told they had already sold out of croissants he looked genuinely crestfallen and said ‘I had my whole life planned out, and it started with a croissant’.
This could be the opening line to the novel I am planning to write (or assemble really) from overheard conversations. I wanted to get up and give him a hug, but as I was in my motorcycle leathers on my way out and about running errands, that may have been a bit confronting for him. So I smiled at the room in general and returned to my scroll. As Joyce says, Loafer Bread is hot.
Years ago, when I lived in North Fitzroy, Loafer Bread was strictly a bakery. It made divine bread, but it wasn’t fabulous like it is now. I’m not sure when it became a cafe and started baking naughty sweet things as well as earnest wholesome bread. I feel nostalgic whenever I head north and wonder why I don’t spend more time there.
The blue of their outdoor chairs and tables exactly matches the blue stripe on my helmet – how cool is that?