Once upon a time – in a previous life – I would frequent the Oxford Tavern. Back when it was an actual dive bar, rather than a manufactured one. It was a brilliant place for us high school boarders to go drinking and hussle pool, as if any teacher found you there, they’d probably be […]
Since my first trip to Japan last year, I’ve longed to begin a series on Look Mum No Hands about Ramen in Sydney. I’m under no delusions that I will experience anything close to what I ate in Tokyo, but the pursuit to satiate my cravings ought to be well documented, if there’s any chance […]
Sprawling over what looks to be around five hundred square metres of precious inner west real estate, the ‘Camperdown Commons’, and its nested restaurant ‘Acre’, are the new feather in the cap of Camperdown. Complete with meticulously landscaped rows of vegetables and herbs that lend an aesthetic charm as well as providing a decent portion […]
Even if I had hands I couldn’t count the number of times I’d opted for dinner at this unassuming best kept secret of Surry Hills. You could say it’s my ‘Gou To’ Sushi pick (I’m SO sorry). The interior features a large sushi train that surrounds the Jedi Master, as he churns out some of […]
Word on the street is that Flavio Carnevale is relocating Popolo to a CBD location, and has turned the previous venue into a Roman inspired affair that goes by the name of Marta Osteria. In an ode to its departure I thought it apt to share some dishes from my last dining experience there. It […]
Any restaurant with a furnace that resembles something out of a Saw film, must be operating on some higher level. I learn from one of the cooks that it exists to facilitate the scorching of hot coals, inevitably to be utilised for the cooking of, well… everything on the menu. Our seat at the bar […]
I’ve never been a fan of Casinos. I find the ambience abrasive and the decor always freshly outdated. Not even the exemption to the Sydney lock-out laws could temporarily persuade me to lift my prejudices to this awful contrast of cashed-up tourists and mortgage foreclosure victims. There are, however, a couple of understandable reasons to […]
Years back, Orto Trading Co. was a staple for my friends and I. With its concealed location (advantageous for facilitating private conversations, when people-watching is off the menu), its frontage is anything but – and its al fresco garden area – comfortable for any lunchtime configuration. On this occasion I noticed an ever-so-slight dip in […]
A stone’s throw from the horrendous sounds of nearby Parramatta Road, Natty’s Cafe service the surrounding commercial and residential streets of Stanmore, in what is beginning to become a hotbed of competition for the suburbs affections. Who would have thought Stanmore had competition in anything besides attaining junk mail. Now with Natty’s, I revel simply […]
A Marrickville gem I’d been meaning to get around to, presented itself as an opportunity last week, when a casual mid-week dinner with my father was in order. He likes to talk about wine and planes during dinner, so Barzaari was a great choice to enjoy a few glasses with our meal, right underneath the […]