Arthur's Cafe — Restaurant in Tasmania

I can NOT even begin to understand the ciriticism in the comments levelled at this place.

After being delayed on my flight from Launceston to Adelaide I was feeling a little enervated. It was delayed so much so that we couldn't even go through into the departure lounge. I stood, hands in pockets, kicking loose rock fragments with my La Costes outside by the taxi stand wondering if I'll ever make it to my destination. Another part of me thought to just wave down a driver and head back into town, and entirely give up on my dream of seeing Maggie Beer's Farm.

Suddenly, a waft of roasted coffee beans, assumingly from the plantations of a South American country, met my senses. I followed the scent and came across Hudson's Coffee. I gazed in amazement at the delicacies on offer behind a clear glass window. There were chicken caeser wraps, mediterranean sandwiches, an assortment of croissants and muffins. I was wondering how I got so lucky.

"What can I get you?" Came a friendly voice from behind the counter. He wore a fresh Hudson branded shirt with two of the three buttons warped through the button holes. His hair was neatly brushed over to one side which complimented his clean stubble.

I choked on my words and took a big gulp. What was I going to get? "Ahh, umm, one almond croissant and a latte please."

"Great, I'll do them up for you now."

When they came out, I was sent into a 'foodie' heaven. I took a bite and realised some serious professionals had been working away in the Hudson Kitchen wherever that may be. What you want in a croissant is that crispy crunch on the end of your teeth as it then moistens up in your mouth. It had it all.

The coffee was that of a barista with a twirly moustache wearing overalls in a Melbourne laneway. I couldn't believe what I was drinking. It was the first time ever I had removed the lid at the end of my coffee consumption and dipped my forefinger into the deluge to get just that little bit more. My manners had completely disappeared, but I didn't care, for that moment in time I was invisible to the world with just my Hudson's coffee.

Next time I'm in Launceston, I won't hesitate to come back to Hudson's at...

Worst coffees ever. Burnt beyond belief. Actually, the worst coffee I have ever had. A shame for the tail end end of a foodie adventure. Watching the barista, I note that she didn’t wipe the underside of the group head full of coffee grind that connects with the machine. A quick push of the water button doesn’t cut it. The burnt grind from each cup continues to flavour the next. You must wipe this part of the machine down between each and every coffee to avoid the burnt flavour! (Cleaning down this part of the machine is not a close of business only task.) Also, the group head needs a full rinse to clear any used coffee grind. Grind between the cups must be fully discarded.

I have gone into great instructional detail in the interests of future outbound travellers not having the same experience as us. Being weary from a road trip, a well-made coffee would have been most appreciated late afternoon after a 10am check out this morning.

All good intent but failed on execution.

The star is for the great view of the planes.

I was too embarrassed to return my coffee and discarded it as I didn’t want to embarrass her, my role being consumer, not a Hudson’s...

If I could give 0 stars I would. Waited at the counter before the very last flight of the night so no busy factor. The only remaining staff member pretended to not see me while busying herself shuffling drink bottles in the fridge where service is self access during airport upgrade. When I caught her attention she acted shocked then rolled her eyes at me as I asked for food service, thrusting the bottles around in the fridge and aggressively making her way to the counter. When I responded to her don't worry about it she verbally attacked and stormed off as if to call security. My husband witnessing the incident, who'd earlier been ignored by her while waiting for service, stated she was in the wrong job which got further verbal abuse. BYO snacks or rely on inflight service....