The gengsi snobs of The Green will be happy , probably rubbing their hands in gleeful contempt at the emminent closing of Pepper’s Cafe.
Thanks to the Panijan Sisters for their truly delicious authentic Javaneese meals that my lads have enjoyed for many a lunch time on the Green.
No thanks to the complete abscence of community support from the stingy upstarts that live in ‘Swanksville Green’.
Like Nath and Sam’s and a number of cafes that came before us, we have decided it is a thankless struggle to please and cater to the arrogance of this residential cluster.
It could have been so wonderful
I have personally witnessed complaints from upstarts that park their shiny BMWs out the front then whinge about paying a dollar twenty cents for freshly cooked Gado=Gado , the suace for which is hand ground over the course of half an hour in the early morning hours.
“Can I get a discount without rice ?’
Or the famously rich and retired who order 1 nasi goreng for delivery to their three storied , four garage mansion then complain about the 50cent delivery fee.
The food is great, and the trees are truly delightful here, but I’m beggining to wonder how much longer I can stomach the kind of social fibre ( or lack of ) in the people that live here.
Well enjoy your KFC and Pop Mie then !
Adios !
Crowded House – Mansion In The Slums
B-Side “Into Temptation” 1988
Temple Of Low Men
I’d much rather have a caravan in the hills
Than a mansion in the slums
The taste of success only lasts you
Half an hour or less
But it loves you when it comes
And you laugh at yourself
While you’re bleeding to death
I’d much rather have a trampoline in my front room
Than an isolation tank
I wish I was a million miles away
From the manager’s door
There is trouble at the bank
You laugh at yourself
As you go deep into debt
Laugh at yourself
While he’s breathing down your neck
Who can stop me
With money in my pocket
Sometimes I get it free
The best of both worlds
I’d much rather have a caravan in the hills
I’d much rather have a mansion in the hills
Than a mansion in the slums
Yeah I’d much rather
What I mean is, would you mind if I had it all
I’ll take it when it comes
And you laugh at yourself
While you’re bleeding to death
And somebody else is always
Breathing down your neck
Laugh at yourself
While he’s hanging over your head
The best of both worlds
It’ll soon be over
