Envy in Summer Hill may sound like a bad romance novel, but actually, it’s a good café.
I was once a baby in Summer Hill. I haven’t lived there since I was only a few years old but I still remember being pushed in a pram down Moonbie street.
The occasion of taking my three kids to the park is sometimes an opportunity to quietly sip a takeaway long black. At least for a minute or two, and then I get to practice my beverage balancing skills while pushing the swing or kicking a soccer ball.
Scoping out the location of my last pleasant Summer Hill coffee experience a year ago I was fairly sure this particular café had changed hands since I was last in town: now called Envy.

What really struck me was the stark contrast between the absolutely frenetic pace behind the counter (these people were like ninjas on speed) and the mellow conversations between the several elderly patrons sitting in the adjacent Edwardian parlour. I guess this is what a great suburban café is all about. Something for everyone.

I can’t vouch for how fine their food is (I didn’t try any), but the barista at Envy can make fine coffee. Pretty soon I was exiting with my long black in two paper cups (I’m told its because of the temperature). It’s the little things.