Welcome to Coburg: the land of falafels, prisons-turned-real-estate and the last remaining $2 coffees in Melbourne. The main drag is Bell Street which is dotted with an increasing number of dinky new cafés, which have sprung up to serve the flood of young, bicycle-and-music-enthusiasts who are heading north as Brunswick becomes increasingly gentrified. It's a good 'hood for pub fans too, boasting the Post Office and Woodlands Hotels, both institutions whose whip-smart menus and craft beers are worth riding the number 8 tram for.
