Café styling aside, the show follows a nearly identical format to its predecessor - a mix of chat, cooking, and the infernal advertorials which pay for the whole thing. These were hosted by an enthusiastic woman called Holly, who introduced the segments in the studio by sprinting off-camera - "I'm just going to nip over here and talk about storage in ya kitchen!" - before the pre-recorded advertorial began with her running into shot.
Understandably for the first episode it sometimes felt frantic - maybe it's harder than it looks to recreate the relaxing rhythm so vital to Good Morning. Mike Puru still has the urgent patter of a TV salesman, and the show sometimes felt like one big long ad.
A beauty expert came on and blathered about skincare products. A finance expert replaced her and yawned about credit card interest rates. More coffee, please.
The big guest was Jordan Mauger, who seems mired in regret over his decision to appear on The Bachelor NZ. He spent the first half of the episode lurking at the edge of the studio kitchen, where resident chef Mark Southon was preparing a rack of lamb in his honour.
Called upon to mix the salad dressing, he hesitantly dragged the whisk around the bowl. "Go on, you need to whisk it," Southon encouraged him. "I don't want to splatter it everywhere," he replied.
If Mike Puru was in heaven, then The Bachelor was in the darkest depths of hell.
When they finally got around to interviewing him, Mauger slipped back into his inscrutable Bachelor persona. The more he talked, the less he said.
Of his experience filming the show: "I've had such a great time. It's so much fun spending time with the girls." Of his freewheeling approach to life: "I take opportunities when they come, and this one came along." Of his pre-Bachelor weight loss: "I just cut out sugar and started watching what I ate."
It fell to the editor-in-chief of Woman's Day, Sido Kitchin, to provide the episode with colour. She dropped in to walk the hosts through the latest issue of her magazine, a veritable baby bonanza. As the three of them sat around cooing over Ali Pugh's handsome bub ("good gene pool, very good gene pool"), Rebecca Wright's daughter ("she is delectable") and admiring Beth Allan's baby bump ("very tidy") it began to feel like an actual café: noisy, irritating, and stressful.
By the end of the show Jordan Mauger had been demoted to The Café's waiter - a role he took to with surprising aplomb, carrying the plate of lamb all the way over to the hosts without dropping it once. Almost immediately a pair of starving audience members scurried up to the bench, grabbed a knife and fork and and began probing away at the meat.
With that, the first ever episode of The Café was complete. "I can't believe it's over already," said Mike.
"I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow," said Mel.
