When my mum first met my boyfriend, she took him on a tour of our walk-in pantry. It’s a big pantry – you can fit about 5 people in there quite easily. As a teenager I used to sit in there gossiping on the phone to my friends and if a tornado ever hits Perth, that’s where I’m going to hide. I don’t know why I’d do this as it is attached to the front of the house and it would be sucked up into the “eye of the storm” within seconds but it’s full of food so it must be a safe place. Anyway, my point is that I have spent a lot of time in pantries and am particularly interested about the arrival of multiple pantries throughout the Perth cafe scene over the past year or so. It seems to be the ‘in thing’. I guess pantries bring a sense of homeliness and comfort which you might want in a cafe and The Little Pantry in Shenton Park is certainly that – it is small, quaint and has that feeling of coziness that you get from the local hang out.
I have been to the Little Pantry twice now – once for lunch, and then again this week for coffee and cake. It is a small place with a few small tables and a larger communal table in the middle of the room. The food is deliciously homemade made and it is one of those places that you just can’t say no to cake. I can look past the cake displays at your average italian restaurant/cafe with the typical mud cake, berry cheesecake and lemon meringue pie, but put a freshly baked orange and almond flourless cake in front of me and I have to try. Definitely worth any calories/fat/sugar content.
The coffee is amazingly well priced and delicious – no $6 South Perth lattés here. When I went for lunch I chose a quiche which I later found the recipe for in a Delicious magazine. Delicious indeed – crispy pastry, tasty cheesy innards. And with friendly staff and an easy, casual atmosphere, I am very pleased to have a cafe like this just a short bike ride away. What I particularly enjoyed while sitting there was watching the arrival of regulars who would come in, greet the staff and receive their daily grind to go. There’s something so reassuring and heart-warming about that. With any luck, in 110 days I will find my own local cafe in Paris and they will know how I like my coffee. Well, in Paris all I can really get is coffee or coffee with milk. So it wouldn’t be hard… But still, hopefully they’ll learn that I want my coffee served with a croissant on the side.