FACT Centre
Not exactly the friendliest cafe in the city.Stranded in an unpartitioned backwater of the monolithic FACT centre and complete with brushed concrete walls and bright lights, resembling a torture scene from a Terry Gilliam film. Despite this it's strangely popular – mostly with folks toting laptops, like international drug smugglers and leeching the free wifi. The food is best described as poncy and not in the least bit cheap. But nobody eats here anyway, preferring to get a glass of orange juice while poking their facebook buddies.


