It used to be at least three things, said the friendly guy at the counter. "A butcher ... maybe a grocer?" Whatever it used to be, what it is now is a terrific suburban cafe. The stripped and polished brick bones of those former neighbourhood shops gleam against a polished concrete floor. Outside, the tables are large and shared; inside you get your own seat (or bar stool) in "rooms" loosely demarcated by stylish dividers. There is plenty of car parking and you're just across the road from the Waikato River walk — meander off those miso potatoes along the prettiest city path in the country.