Vittoria

**Vittoria, WA — where the coffee’s famous and the town’s… somewhere else**

Let’s be real: when we say we’re from Vittoria, people assume we’re talking about the coffee. And honestly? We don’t correct them. Because the alternative is explaining that our town is basically the middle child of regional NSW, tucked somewhere between Bathurst and Orange on the Wiradjuri land, and we’re actually a state forest.

Yes, that’s right — our main attraction is pine plantations and native forest. We’re not a town with a main street; we’re a vibe with trees. When visitors ask what there is to do here, we say “camping” and hope they don’t ask follow-up questions. Because the follow-up answer is also “more trees.”

Now, about the namesake. Vittoria Coffee gets thrown around like we have some kind of stake in it. But let’s consult the most reliable local historian — a Whirlpool forum user — who described it as **“akin to the water left in my sink after washing a load of dirty dishes.”** Right, so the coffee is divisive. But it’s *our* divisive. We’ve accepted that our identity is a beverage that some people want to pour down the drain, and a forest that no one can find.

Look, are we the kind of place you’d move to for the nightlife? No. The most exciting thing to happen here recently was some wildlife rustling in the pines. But if you want to get lost — literally, because there’s no reception — this is the spot.

We don’t need your cafes or your bars. We have trees. And a coffee brand that tastes like regret. And honestly? That’s enough.