These guys ain't called called Coffee Specialists for nothing.
Figure 1: Gorgeous blue Croation coffee cups
I'm pretty much in love with this place, for the following reasons:
1. Their coffee is amazing.
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Figure 2: Kooky interior pieces
Figure 3: Stylish and functional design
Tucked away behind Chelsea Pizza on Stirling Highway, Elixir is a narrow-roomed, high-ceilinged café which has a reputation for serving up the best coffee in the Western Suburbs. They've also got this awesome little back section which is just through a hallway which I thought led to the toilet... and then couldn't find the toilet and accidentally went into their back shed momentarily where they store all their coffee stuff... awkward.
Figure 3: Sacrificing a refrigerator, as you do
Figure 5: An incredible soy Cappuccino
I've decided that for this post, I'm not even going to try and describe the coffee in great technical detail. It'd be like a 7 year old trying to critique the Mona Lisa (this is a bit of an extreme example, but you get the idea). This was coffee at another level - it was chocolatey, heavy bodied and just heavenly. If I tried to go in and analyse the taste of this thing any further, I probably wouldn't do it justice. You're just gonna have to take my word for it: their coffee, is, amazing.
Me and Michèl also shared a cute little vanilla cupcake, which was soft as fairy floss and topped with shaved coconut. Just what I needed.
Figure 6: Coconut Vanilla Cupcake
Michèl had a mixed berry smoothie with soy, which was a bit milkier and milder than other smoothies, had this really nice natural sweetness to it. I'm not sure how much it was, but the coffee, cupcake and smoothie cost less than $20.
Figure 7: Mixed berry smoothie
I realised something the other day - Michèl doesn't even like coffee. He never ever orders it (and when I give him a sip, he makes a face like he's swallowed a porcupine). And yet, he has put up with my continuous demands to be whisked around Perth to drink the stuff for almost a year.
I'm a lucky girl.
Figure 8: A refuge hidden away from busy Stirling Highway



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