An odd but ultimately rewarding café, serving coffee that will do in a pinch.
My flat white showed considerable promise at the outset with a discernible note of liquorice, but mellowed quite abruptly and played out as a relatively average cup of joe.
The Waramanga shops wouldn’t look out of place in south-western Sydney, and What Café itself has a weary, sluggish feel to it in keeping with its tired facade. All of which is charming in a curious way.
The regular patrons are clearly locals and staff were reserved, if not suspicious, at my initial reception. However, my coffee was prepared with care at a measured pace and personally delivered with what amounted to genuine customer service. The suburb clearly treasures its café, and the love appears to be very much requited.