Here's another Canberra secret but you have to promise not to tell anyone. The first Sunday of every month the Spanish Club puts on a traditional Spanish breakfast for the punters. You can have churros and thick, thick chock-o-LAHT-tey cal-ee-ent-aye. The coffee is meh but I have it on good authority that there are excellent Spanish and Portugese sherries, to chase it down if you are so inclined.
All this is delightful but the clincher is the Spanish smallgoods van that comes all the way from Sydney to sell their spectacular wares. Mouthwatering chorizo, salami, prosciutto that is cut while you watch in deliciously fine cobwebs. NOT the pre-cut, doorstop dried out bits of leather that one usually gets in Canberra. There are cheeses, there are olive oils, artichoke hearts and all manner of intriguing smallgoods.
The Frenchman nearly burst a blood vessel with excitement on our first visit and had to be restrained from elbowing a couple of elderly señoras out of the queue. He now comes prepared with knuckle dusters and a large esky to house the spoils.
And of course the pièce de résistance is the babyfoot table. Apparently not as good as the classic french Bonzini table but still entirely playable.
I might see you there next time, look for a skinny guy hunched over the babyfoot using rude French words with an esky at his feet, I'll probably be close by.