My polite cynicism once again emerges as realism. Rhombus surf shop on Brunswick St has closed. What were they thinking? Why do so many people think they can make money by displaying their hobby or self curated existence in a shop? If we don’t need it we won’t buy it and you won’t make any money.
As for the Penny Rose boutique nearby, which had been mostly open for nearly three years, sometimes sold moisturiser, sometimes second hand clothes and briefly served food (apparently without any of the requisite licenses), good riddance is all I can say. It looked like a couple of hippies had inherited grandma’s building and didn’t know what to do with it.
Max’s cafe opened about 18 months ago and seemed to struggle from the start. The generic cafe look did not work and at some stage it appeared to change owners and gain a Vietnamese aspect. The current sign offers the tasty combination of ‘Coffee, Vietnamese Meat Bread, Sushi’. Hmmm, meat bread. I assume they meant bánh mì. They never were strong on coherence, but no one noticed.
Why is it that people who are evidently so poorly suited to running small businesses are so drawn to doing so?