It’d been too many moons since I popped my head into Surry Hills’ stalwart Nomad, so it was time to see what they’d been up to. Turns out, they’re still up to their old tricks. We foolishly begin with “not enough Oysters”, and are swiftly forced to order a couple more per head, with their […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Anyone who’s anyone seems to be trickling into this newfound Surry Hills food box set up by the two tenacious and uber-talented John Javier and his mate Jarred Roker. If any place encapsulates the combination of fine dining without the snooty never-get-laid wait staff, and trendy without the ‘too-cool-for-you’ army of bearded artisans of ‘whatever’, […]
With the exposed wooden beams and ventilation ducts that snake throughout the ceiling of this beautifully ambient Surry Hills mess hall, I find myself wondering whether or not I’ve ended up on the set of the next Justin Timberlake music video, rather than Sydney’s culinary institution, Nomad. These reflections are quickly quashed over a glass […]