Pioik (pronounced ‘pee-oyk’), which sounds almost like the diminutive of a pig’s squeal, looks out on to the village-esque end of Harris Street. With its large front window and wide bustling kitchen in the back, you can watch the baking process unfold while waiting to make a selection.

There is a loaf of bread here weighing two kilograms. At about the size of a go-kart wheel, the Epooro (‘The King’) can be bought whole, or by the quarter to accommodate more moderate appetites. Otherwise you’re looking at options such as black-seed bread and ciabatta studded with whole halves of onions – so while the selection of breads is relatively small it doesn’t want for inventiveness.

For brunch and lunch there are sandwiches toasted thin and crisp to highlight the fillings and flatbread pizzas that are topped with fresh Mediterranean combinations. A lovely orange cake, as well as options such as grape schiacciata and chocolate tarts will keep the sweet-toothed among you satiated – and will easily tempt others. All of which goes down well with the coffee on offer.