Alex made her way to Afghan Kebab on the promise of Brunswick’s best cardamom-flavoured coffee. But even the best-laid plans fall through, and when the coffee machine broke it looked like her tour was over before it had begun. Alex’s feisty tour-guide Ellie was momentarily stumped, but quickly devised an alternate plan. And so the two intrepid travellers bid goodbye to the fluorescent lights of the Afghan Kebab and tramped down Sydney Rd in search of beer; past the Laila Reception Centre where Ellie works as a waitress, and right into Albert Street. Arrival at Noise Bar yielded a room full of drunken boys playing pool, but the day was saved by the five dollar schooners, the beer garden, and a sighting of the toilet cubicle where Ellie once had sex with a lovely French man.