From morning to midnight and back again, EAT/DRINK is TwoThousand's guide to cafes, bars and restaurants in Sydney. We know the best coffee because we drink 20 a day (each), we know the good restaurants because we can't cook, and we'll tell you where to find hidden bars and other places that still let you smoke so that we can ask you for a cigarette when you get there. EAT/DRINK is as voracious as our appetites and a much better filter than our livers, which stopped working a long time ago. Email your EAT/DRINK suggestions to: talk@twothousand.com.au
It's a truth universally acknowledged that places with photos of the food out front should be treated with caution. But hoist a loaded rack of Adriano Zumbo pastries in the window and you're inviting flirtation and window shopping.
So why stay a while at 485, with so many other distractions in this saturated strip? It's because their Moroccan baked eggs add spice to missionary-style breakfasts; their French toast is dished up with a comforting menage et trois of banana, rhubarb and mascarpone; their vegan menu options and lunch forage in well-chartered territory (burgers, sandwiches and salads) but deliver on the promise.
A cafe breakfast is kinda like a foster mother. We give them our tired and sleep-deprived, our hungover, and hungry masses. And we need to be nursed, cajoled, bullied and fed, then weaned off the soy flatties to be reborn into the world. This is how I managed to sit at Clover on a Sunday morning, waiting for breakfast for forty minutes before realising we hadn't actually ordered yet.
Sing it with me: "G to the E-L, A to the T-O"
Summer in Sydney means many things. A tasty scoop or three of gelato always ranks high on the list of ways to cool off (coming in just above standing in the walk-in beer cooler at Amatos Liquor).
Newcomer to the highly-competitive gelato scene is Glebe's Grand Gelato - and yes, they're a contender.
We were doing a little cafe reconnoiter this morning, Redfern via Bourke Street and back to the city. Anyway, Option One turned out to be Option Best. Moose is stashed in a corner of Redfern that could have just done with any cafe, let alone a good one.
The nattily-tiled place is only tiny, offering a single table inside and a smattering of outdoor seating.
In the month formerly known as November, the glut of facial hair can get tiresome. Yes, good cause blah blah blah, but not everyone can rock a mo, or should try. This tiny cafe is no mo-for-one-month-only. It's more like the mo that maketh the man. Think Chaplin, Dali or this guy.
The handsome facade sits neat, like a well-trimmed toothbrush, half-way along Redfern street.
Everyone loves a hole in the wall - a candid slot in an unexpected spot. Hearing the pine of the people of Paramatta Road, with nothing to drink for kilometres, the Annandale Coffee Bar is out to fill your fix.
Ground in the quadrangle adjoining The Annandale's infamous Pub Cha, Single Origin Roasters has joined the odd but nice assembly of things at this venue.
Lisping German tennis champ Boris Becker famously wrecked his marriage by impregnating a young woman in a restaurant broom cupboard, in all of five seconds - a misjudged bit of nookie that taught us that it's best to avoid sex in confined but essentially public spaces.
And the aptly named Nookie, a café roughly the length of one foot stride on Cleveland Street, is just such a spot.
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