For me, the word “attic” conjures up images of cobwebs, spooky sounds and dark corners. Where unwanted things are stashed. Where the spiders and Mr Scissorhands live.
The word has taken on a whole new meaning thanks to a little Freo cafe nestled in a two-storey brick building just off the cappuccino strip. You won’t see bi-fold signs, banners or neon asserting its existence. Instead, its unassuming exterior is marked by a parked bicycle or two, and a collection of diminutive tables and chairs upon which perch very happy Attic customers sipping coffees and nibbling on sweets.
Open for breakfast and lunch every day but Monday, The Attic makes some amazing eggs, homemade granola, baked goods, savoury wraps and salads. The coffee is beautiful, the chai even better.
But the best part? The quirkily decorated interior, whose brick walls, vintage furniture and hardwood floors create a cozy ambiance. It almost makes you wish for rain so you can hunker down with a good book – or a good friend – and wile away the afternoon.
Maybe attics aren’t so scary after all.