This is my third review on Yelp, and my third 5 star review. I need to start reviewing some cafes that I don't think warrant 5 stars, or my reviews will start to look biased.
But I can't do that with this cafe. It's truly fantastic.
I first came here with a friend who claimed he'd found the best baked eggs in Sydney. He wasn't kidding. I've looked long and hard and tried many other cafes, but this place has the best baked eggs ever. Eggs, rich tomato-ey sauce, chorizo, olives with a side of crisp toast. I order it with an additional side of grilled haloumi, but I'm a sucker for haloumi.
I generally always order with an espresso thick shake, which isn't on the menu, but which the staff are always happy to make. And we're talking thick. Not thick shakes where you can tell they were trying to save on the ice-cream and it's basically a milkshake. I'm talking thick where you go cross-eyed trying to suck on the straw. And real espresso, no flavouring. It's like being grown up and 8yrs old all at once.
They have a cavernous glass display with all manner of homemade delights inside. I've been stuck on the baked eggs almost every time I go there, and I never have room for anything else. Especially once I've smashed an espresso thick shake as well. But I tried the pineapple and apricot slice which was amazing. And I think I had a chorizo roll - take the best sausage roll you can imagine, make it 100 times better, boom. Chorizo roll.
Oh yes...the very best hotcakes in Sydney. You know what I hate about Australian hotcakes? They're thin. You order hotcakes anywhere else and if they come stacked on the plate like they should, which sometimes they don't, you're lucky if you're got a couple of centimetres there. Not so here. These are the thickest, fluffiest hotcakes I've ever seen. Even by American standards. They're like pillows of wicked deliciousness whose thickness is belied by their fluffiness. Clearly the chef is involved in the dark arts. And understands that hotcakes should be stacked, because they come out in the middle of the plate, three of them, piled about seven miles high, covered in maple syrup, with a side of cream. Mascarpone maybe? I forget now. Who cares...they could serve it with gravy for I care. They'd still be the best hotcakes in town. read more