paris dans rue mickleham

We went out for breakfast yesterday to Mickleham Road, Tullamarine, not to Cranky Moe's or whatever it's called, but to the huge bizarre pizzeria Fieste which does breakfast from 7:59 am (is this some kind of absurd licensing/ zoning arrangement? No jokes about achey breaky etc thanks) and not bad either. The large fibreglass gargoyle out the front has a light pink tongue, and was presumably once holding a big pizza shovel but is now appearing to play air guitar. The whole thing is on a delightful street cafe setting next to a six lane main road. They play hits n memories radio through a sound system that accentuates the drums, so you could barely hear 'Every Little Thing She Does is Magic' through the Copeland rattle, though I liked it better that way. 'Most People I Know Think That I'm Crazy' on the other hand is almost drumless, I now realise, though there's one or two flourishes.

And the inside of the front door has the 'h' missing from the 'push' sign.