Fact: When I set out to review a cafe I let the gods of coffee guide me. Last week it was to the glorious Garden Tuscany, today I battled through traffic into CBD heading to one place, only to find my spider coffee senses tingling to keep walking. I did, from Flinders Street to Flinders Lane I went, and staggered into Breadmill. So far, all good, I had already opted to sit and mellow, and let the coffee beans fall where they may. “Pete!..” from the back of the cafe I hear a familiar voice from distant reviews circa 2005 when we had three readers per month not 30,000. Stu?,.. Stuart the Barista owned and managed a cafe at the Beirut side of Collins Street back in the early naughties. After the usual banter, I said, “Mate, no favours! what is up here? is the coffee any bloody good?” He smiled, and said “judge for yourself” but he did sell me on breaky. I sat and waited to be delighted. The first coffee of the day, as I am sure you will agree is critical to kick the day off right. Thankfully, what arrived was what I have come to expect from Genovese,..a descent and well made Long Macch, temperate and full bodied. The service was efficient (Stu disappeared into a frenzy of floor activity) and I was left to battle the wifi… which worked eventually. Thankyou coffee gods, or devils,.. whatever you may be!