Rust, as we know, is the conversion of a refined metal to a more stable form. It occurs as a natural reaction to the environment and, as Neil Young noted, it invariably never sleeps. So it is with Rust, Observatory's newest watering hole.
It is very much a work in progress, and when we dropped in last week, mainly to escape the afternoon gridlock on Station Road, it had only been open for 11 frantic days. Nevertheless, we had a sense they were now on top of things, and a stability of sorts was at hand.
Previously, this had been a grimy fish-and-chip cafe with a Fong Kong electronics kiosk on the outside. That kiosk is now Rust's outdoor lounge/smoking area. There's no trace of the cafe, either. All that grease has been scraped away, and what we have is a pleasingly minimalist space, with lots of bare brick, wood and steely finishes.
The decor could be said to be petrolhead; one table appears to be fashioned from the hood of a 1950s Ford pick-up truck, and part of its cabin is a feature in the outdoor area.