Workman's Cafe, Matamata

By BRENDA WARD for canvas

He says: While you were waiting outside the Castle, didn't you hear that car blast on the horn as it went past? It was Leanne and Nick, from round the corner.

She says: I just saw a dark-coloured blur and thought it was hoons. I guess that's the last we'll see of them.

He says: You see that dark car two ahead. I'm sure that's Leanne and Nick again.

She says: It is, too. Going a bit slow though. Might have to pass ... Well, look at that, they've fallen in behind — we've got us a convoy!

He says: I'm getting a bit peckish, so let's stop at Workman's in Matamata for a bite.

She says: Look, they're stopping, too. I'll ask them to join us for brunch.

They say: Workman's? Are you sure?

She says: No, it's not a workman's cafe. I'm pretty sure it was started by someone called Mr Workman, and it's like a little piece of Ponsonby in Matamata. Let's take this table on the pavement.

He says: Where to? (Groans all round) I like the look of the salmon cakes ($10).

She says: I feel like the panfried fish, with a big green salad ($14).

They say: We'll have two of the toasties please, with bacon and avocado. ($10).

She says (later): My coffee was pretty slow, but they're bringing it now. I forgive them because the fish was delicious. How were the toasties?

They say: Great! I'd say a 14 out of 20.

He says: And the fishcakes were nice, but not very substantial. Next time, I'd get the salad, too. But the coffees were damn fine.

She says: And not a workman in sight.

He says: It didn't Matamata a bit.



Ambience: Ponsonby in Matamata.

Parking: Outside on the main street.

Licensed: Yes, but not if you're driving.

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