A young husband-wife duo runs this tiny café, along with a few of their friends. The place is unassuming, with what might just pass as idiosyncratic flair (exposed water pipes, rough coats of red paint on barred windows, old trunks converted into tables) – albeit a little cluttered and often crowded. A bunch of framed posters and hand-painted caricatures of rock-n-roll legends on the distressed walls and the playlist somewhat justify the name. The menu (mostly sandwiches, wraps and finger food) is surprisingly extensive, and packs in a few quirky numbers such as the bacon and chocolate shake or coco cola dip. Try the Godzilla sandwich, a whopping three-tier sandwich with layers of chicken, minced meat, fried eggs and ham/bacon. The food is largely satisfactory, but lacks in finesse.