The first thing you’ll notice is the deer head peering regally down from its mount above the bar; the second will be the sense of airy space and minimal fuss at this Smith Street cafe-meets-restaurant-meets-bar. It’s all whitewashed walls, deep, cushy green-leather booths and stripped-back wooden floorboards. There’s a definite lack of clutter, but it’s classic and comfortable rather than austere. Hang your coat on the wooden stand by the front door, pull up a padded stool at the long green-marble topped bar and settle in.

The breakfast/lunch/dinner menu shifts with the seasons, but the bread is from Baker D. Chirco, the pork sausages are Istra and the brown sauce is homemade.

What we love here is the flexibility. No matter what time of day, or what you’re craving – be it a coffee or a cocktail – Cavallero has you covered, slipping easily from its cafe-by-day brightness into a cool-by-night bar.

Just don’t forget to grab your coat again on the way out.