Bossman

Down a quiet Mount Lawley arcade. Dimly lit. Leather and dark wood. Bossman feels more like a brooding late-night speakeasy than your morning caffeine stop—complete with a killer Soul Train soundtrack. Those chasing a flawless extraction know to bypass the main strip for this joint. The baristas keep their espresso perfectly dialed in, pulling consistently rich, complex shots that hit the mark every single time. The food? Pure comfort. An unapologetically massive bacon, spinach, and aioli toastie dominates the savory side, while the pastry cabinet channels serious meraki with authentic Greek sweets, crisp Portuguese tarts, and dense brownies. Fast, razor-sharp service. Long communal tables. Order ahead online, skip the queue, and soak up the moody aesthetic.