Bread Shops

[Joe climbs up onto a small, wooden soap-box. The large audience hushes and listens carefully to what important news he has to say. He begins, with his strong and pompous British accent...]

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. I am here today to make the case to you.... yes, YOU.... that the city of Brisbane, often referred to as 'Bris Vegas' should, indeed, have it's own Bread Shop. My case today is based on an emotional response to a very positive recent experience involving - yes, you guessed it - Bread Shops.

However, don't be fooled by the name. "Bread Shop?" I hear you say! Why, Brisbane has many hundred bakeries.... won't these suffice?!

But alas, my answer is, indeed, NO! No, they will quite simply not do, as these are not true Bread Shops... not the kind that we want.... the kind that we need... the kind that make the hair stand on the back of your neck!! Ahem... let me explain.

Upon a recent little wander down to the great Victorian city of Melbourne, I experienced one of these Bread Shops in all its wonderous glory. It wasn't a road-side stall or a (dare I say) 'Brumbies' as it commonplace nowadays.

Instead, this was a bread shop where you entered, took a tray and some metal tongs, and wandered around the shop choosing your own pastries, donuts, breads, slices and all things scrumdilliumptious. The smells are simply amazing.... everything looks so good.... so fresh.... so..... 'bready'.


Ladies and gentlemen, the only way for Brisbane to maintain its status as a vibrant, cosmopolitan metropolis is for it to invest in a number - yes, a number - of these eye-popping, nose-twitching, drool-inducing, tastebud-arousing Bread Wonderlands. Let us tear down the 7 Elevens and the newsagents and replace them with Bread Shops... obviously it's the only sensible thing to do.

Thank you for listening. I best be off...

[Joe climbs down from Soapbox. Runs to catch the next flight back to Melbourne...]