The people’s chef
In the 1950s, Lygon Street, or “Little Italy” as it’s known in Melbourne, was a bustling street of Italian migrants hanging outside coffee bars, reading the newspaper, and smoking cigars. On a Sunday, Guy Grossi’s father, Pietro Grossi, a Milanese migrant, would take his son to Lygon’s Caffe Sports bar and converse with everyone he passed.
“Dad knew everyone on the strip. He’d chat and talk to the boys and we’d always get a cappuccino. It was always a delicious experience, and probably my first taste of coffee as we know it today,” Guy recalls.
“Coffee back then in Melbourne was more simple. Coffee was coffee. It was an important part of Melbourne’s culture – and breakfast and morning activities – but it wasn’t given any consideration of how good it could be. Generally it was
