Two words- wowee zowee. I don’t know if it was the great food, the generous portions the startling menu variety, the gracious and dedicated staff or the on-tap sparkling water, but something about this place gave my life a new kind of meaning. After going up and down the Yorke Peninsula with slim GF pickings, hopping from tavern to unenlightened tavern, it was more than special to find a place that didn’t make me instantly gluten paranoid. The moment I walked through the flowering shopfront and saw the Barista Sista menu, I knew I had read the word of God, and mana and nectar surely came. Serious coffee and the owner’s own lentil patty recipe. Mwah. I wish Barista Sista would be my real sister instead of that toadwart back at home. Samantha, if you’re reading this, Mum says it’s my turn to sleep inside the house.