Addicted to the Story

Sometimes you sit down with a cuppa and a notepad, and by the time the caffeine hits the story is finished. At other times, embarking upon a project is like rowing to China; it’s a long time before the journey ends. My work on Greek cafés and milk bars is an example of the latter.
The Greek café is a shared chapter in the histories of Greece and Australia: places like the Paragon Café in Katoomba were the social hubs of their communities and the means by which immigrants established a new life in their adopted homeland. Every city, town and whistle-stop had at least one, probably more, they were open all hours seven days a week, the food was cheap and plentiful, and the menu the same countrywide—they were the Maccas of their time. Over a decade ago, I interviewed three women who had been involved with cafés in Ipswich. After going on to publish what is still the only book dedicated to the subject, I am more involved than ever with this uniquely Australian phenomenon.
During the process of marketing and selling Aphrodite and the Mixed Grill: Greek Cafés in Twentieth-Century Australia I met hundreds of Greek-Australians who were keen to tell their stories. On the top floor of Patty’s Café in Brisbane a small boy rode on the backs of the great turtles, which it was his job to feed with lettuce until his father planned the next pot of turtle soup. At the Golden Gate Café in Winton a passing sailor left behind a macaw, which became the lifelong companion of the proprietor and the delight of customers. At the Niagara Café in Gundagai the proprietor woke in the early hours to find Prime Minister John Curtin on his doorstep wanting steak and eggs. I ask you: how can any writer resist stories like these? Thousands of interviews, photographs, phone calls, electronic files and emails later—not to mention notes scribbled hastily on ticket stubs and serviettes—I find myself sorting through myriad fragments of information for the next book: One Hundred Greek Cafés.

Rainbow Cafe2

This is a photo of the Rainbow Café in Redcliffe, a shop that was once run by Jim Miller, the father of the great Australian film director George Miller. Last week I spoke at the Redcliffe Museum, where an exhibition of Greek café photographs is on display until the end of November. Well worth a visit.



Filed under Greek Cafes

10 responses to “Addicted to the Story

  1. Di Hill

    I hope I get to the exhibition Toni. Sounds interesting.

  2. Hi Toni, do you still have copies of ‘Aphrodite’ available? (I know I am a little late, but better late than never!) Cheers, Beth

  3. Hi Toni, my question as above — do you still have any copies available for sale? And if so where is the best place to source them?

    • toni risson

      Hi there, yes I do have copies. I will send you an email with details. Let me know if you don’t receive it. Regards Toni

  4. Hi Toni, I make a children’s ethics radio show/podcast at the ABC, based in Sydney. I’d love to talk to you about an episode we are doing which involves lollies. Thanks, Kyla

  5. Jeannette Delamoir

    Hi Toni,

    I love your book Aphrodite and the Mixed Grill, and wonder if you have any copies left to sell. I am thinking of doing a food history of Rockhampton, and the Greek cafes and other businesses are of course an important strand in that story. Your book is a great resource!



    • toni risson

      Thank you Jeannette. We reprinted Aphrodite so yes I do have copies. I’ll email you with the details. I can recommend Trove as a good way to find out about Greek cafés in Rockhampton. I will look through my notes and let you know if I have any contacts there. I think the Nenas family was in town.

    • toni risson

      Hi Jeannette, how is your research going? Nailed the food history of Rockhampton yet? Toni

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s