Hospitality is an ever-changing landscape — and one I take my hat off to — but some losses hit harder than others. When Mizu closed its doors for good at the end of last month, it wasn’t just another eatery shutting up shop. It was our reliable Saturday lunch spot between open homes, a place for a quick catch-up with the team or family when the day had run away from us, and even one of the very first places my wife and I went on a date almost ten years ago. A lot of good times, fading into memories.
Wilde was another low-key but dearly loved local institution, but its empty shell has finally come back to life. The team behind Musk Cafe and Bar are no strangers to the café scene, having traded under the same name in Milton for years until the 2022 floods put a spanner in the works. They’ve since found their feet at 108 Macquarie Street, filling the space once again with the scent of coffee and moody interiors.
Our team was very kindly invited in for our Monday meeting last week, and we were treated to an absolute feast. I have no shame in admitting I’ve been back more than a few times since, and we may just have found our new Saturday lunch spot. If you haven’t stopped in yet, add it to the brunch itinerary — we’ve included a few of our menu favourites above to get you in the mood.
Of course, cafés aren’t the only news worth sharing. Toward the middle of the month, we’ll be launching the campaign for a brilliant opportunity in New Farm. Nestled in the treetops of Lamington Street, this spacious and peaceful three-bedroom apartment sits in an enviable position and has been tightly held for many years. There’s not so much as a glimpse of it online, so please reach out any time for more information.
On another quiet, tightly-held, tree-lined street, a unit in the Teneriffe Park apartments will be coming to market very soon. With a spacious layout, a generous balcony overlooking Teneriffe Hill and access to a private courtyard from both bedrooms, this is a brilliant chance to secure a foothold in one of Brisbane’s most sought-after pockets. We had photos taken this afternoon, so sneak peeks won’t be far off…
It’s been a long time since I’ve had to mow a lawn, and without the promise of pocket money at the end of it, I wouldn’t exactly be jumping at the chance now. That said, I do miss having a generous outdoor space to host and unwind in (our balcony is so narrow that once the clothes horse is out, you can barely shimmy past).
A home like 1/131 Terrace Street is the perfect middle ground. Blending low-maintenance with liveability in an unbeatable position, this is lock-up-and-leave living at its very best. Take a look for yourself — I’d bet you won’t struggle to picture yourself kicking back in that courtyard with a cold drink in hand.
Speaking of lawns, they’re a big part of why I haven’t yet caved to my wife’s persistent campaign for a second dog. She won’t give up apartment living, so we’ve been at a bit of a standstill — or so I thought. If you’ve spotted her being walked by not one but two greyhounds lately, you’ll already know I caved, just a little, and agreed to let her foster one.
The boy she brought home is a bull in a china shop, and I’m fairly convinced he’s a Golden Retriever wearing a sighthound costume — but he is a very good, affectionate boy. Unlike Shelby, whose only title is office mascot, Oscar is a bona fide racecourse champion. Seventy-one races and a handsome sum in prize money later, he’s made it out of the industry alive and well, and is now looking for his forever home (which I have to remind Lou, on a regular basis, is not our address).
Unlike most greyhounds, he loves a long walk and has excellent recall — so if you’ve got room on your couch for a miniature racehorse, now is the perfect time to give it some serious thought. April is Greyhound Adoption Month, and I know Lou’s heart would shatter a little less if there was a chance of running into him on the Riverwalk every once in a while.
If your ears have perked up like Oscar’s do (he could almost pass as a Doberman), you can read more about him here or swing past the office to say hello — it would make his day!
Talk soon,
Ben
