There's little so evocative as the smell of fresh bread. The Bakehouse On Wentworth Springwood branch of this mini-chain of bakeries in the Blue Mountains has this lung-drenching pleasure in abundance. I used to live on their organic sourdough, chewy and rich, and the Mediterranean fruit loaf and walnut sourdough? Don't get me started. Used to, not because of the quality of the product which is universally fantastic, but because of The Diagnosis.
Yes, I am one of those sad, bread-deprived people who can be seen pressed up against bakery windows fogging up the glass with their desperate longing. You go without bread for a week and see how you like it. In fact, for the first year or so, I couldn't bear to come in here, mistrusting my self-control and fearing I'd end up sobbing on the floor in foetal position. I'm happy to say, though, like recovering alcoholics, it's a daily struggle, I am often in here for the great coffee, even better service, and to breathe in the aroma and perhaps ingest by osmosis.
There's a couple of small tables, and a counter by the windows where you can sit and people watch, although it is primarily a retail bakery. They serve a bunch of great cakes and top end pies for a quick lunch, and are one of the few places I've ever come across that don't charge you extra for soy milk. (I know, I know, I'm one of them too). And the scent comes free of charge. read more