Julio, the cafe, is a good-looking modern spot on a residential street corner.
If I were a scriptwriter I'd have the makings of my first AFI winner after brunch at Julio. A classic, modern Melbourne tale: boy meets girls at a cafe because they are both working there alone on the same white laptops. It's perfect because it includes some potentially lucrative product placement and could be neatly, and cynically, turned into a funding-worthy LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender) flick by a simple casting change. The trouble is that now I'd expect Julio would want a cut from the box office and judging by the face on their brown paper bags, he's a hefty moustached bloke with cold Colombian drug cartel eyes who's not worth crossing.
But I digress. Julio, the cafe, is a good-looking modern spot on a residential street corner opposite a schoolyard - hence the name. (My apologies if this anchors that Paul Simon song in your head for the rest of the day.) The brick-floored interior is full of handmade cabinetry, high wooden tables and stools with an ornate "J"...
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