Daily Grind | Issue 26
G has always assumed that Governor’s, located on George Street opposite Knox Church, is some sort of Jamaican eatery that sells goats’ cheese curry. In fact, Governor’s is a brunch-centered café open seven days a week.
After being fucked over by daylight saving, M and G headed to Gov’s for a pick-me-up. G ordered a long macchiato and M a triple shot latte, and they ventured upstairs to a table, feeling as though they were intruding in someone’s home.
The café was bustling, and there was a 20-minute wait on food. M was therefore forced to get a dry chicken bagel from the cabinet.
G’s macchiato was a little over-extracted, with none of the great flavour promised by the ghetto-fab-sounding “Roasted Addiqtion” beans. She left feeling as though she should have got a triple shot long black, as her long mach didn’t quite cut it.
Gov’s is popular, but is a little over priced. Even though the number of patrons with shoulder tattoos and facial piercings is slightly overwhelming, Governor’s manages to make ends meet by selling good ol’ eggs bene at the same price as more up-market cafés, like Ironic. Trust us: nobody wants to pay almost $20 to sit on a wooden bench and eat overpriced eggs whilst surrounded by dirty hippies!
The upstairs area, which is usually less crowded, is a bit grotty. Although M’s strong latte was pretty good, the overall feel of Governor’s was a bit sticky, and everything was a bit over priced for how povo it felt.
If you want to pay a bit extra to feel a bit grungy, then this is the place for you. The coffee is decent and isn’t ultra expensive, but much else here kind of misses the mark.