Sydney cafés rarely get a passing parade quite a varied as Latteria – expect a mix of hipsters, eastern suburbs gastronomes, pimps and wild-eyed hobos, even during the light of day. There’s scarcely room to swig an espresso in the slender interior, which is as narrow as a corridor and features a counter along one side and small scattered tables on the other. Instead, pull up one of the wooden stools on the pavement where Darlo old-timers set up shop, and sup a Segafredo cappuccino with your newspaper. Don’t expect an array of gourmet treats; food-wise, it’s simple foccacias and paninis all around.