A Minor Place isn’t exactly hidden, just kind of unexpectedly perched on a backstreet corner. Tables protrude from the outside walls, lining the converted cottage façade, while the banks of milk-crate seating multiply when the sun is shining.

Relax at the long bench on the front balcony to watch the patiently waiting dogs, or follow their owners inside to find a homely, light-filled space with contemporary touches such as modern stained glass and sculptural abstract suburban images on the walls. But A Minor Place doesn’t neglect its roots – it’s just a humble cottage conversion, reincarnated as a milk-bar, then reincarnated again as a cafe in 2004.

Jazz and indie tunes float around communal tables, where students with laptops sip coffee from Wide Open Road, and Brunswick locals fan newspapers over brunch. The menu is generally healthy, with stacked veggie bowls, braised beans and chilli scrambled eggs all featured.

It’s got that relaxed and welcoming vibe that can only come from being in a suburban backstreet. And just like Bonnie “Prince” Billy sings: “… if I am gone and with no trace, I will be in a minor place”.