“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
And chortling joy shall be found, in the midst of Newtown kitsch. Cuckoo Callay was born of the minds of two mere mortals, with illusions of Grand Hospitality. A lifetime or more spent toiling at the whim of spectacular proprietors had left them with a desire to dust off their monocles and inspect the Sydney-side coffee shop and café offerings.
Not content with providing a location for die-hard coffee lovers, nor subsidising Sydney’s impressive café eateries, the Cuckoo kids wanted to bring a café which offered a myriad of perfection in both arenas. Thus, the Coffee Café is born. Ella brings to the mix her love of good food, Ibby compliments it with a penchant for amazing coffee, they stir it all together and tests the mix for impeccability.
A niche is not a niche without a nook in which to cache. And where could this new breed of Coffee Café have to live among a saturated strip of treasured café gems? The Heritage site of Newtown Station called out, ‘Come to my arms, my beamish boy’ and promised a glorious façade in which to house their dreams.
In so slaying the proverbial Jabberwock, we are releasing our dreams to you. So take a step inside our rabbit hole, and embrace old with new. Tantalise your tastebuds, and raise your voice to bray, ‘O frabjous day! Cuckoo! Callay!