In a suburb that's changing faster than Lindsay Lohan's face, Tim's BBQ Kitchen is the closest thing there is to a Chatty institution.
In the same location, with the same facade, the same staff, and the exact same menu since time immemorial, this is where I used to come as a schoolboy, all blue blazer and knee high socks, green-horned and pizza-faced, to get my after-school fix.
Don't go past the BBQ pork lunchbox. They unhook a big flank of sticky-red pork from a spike in the window, chop it up with a meat cleaver on a giant wooden board about a foot away from your face Big Trouble In Little China-style, sling it onto some rice, add some Chinese greens, a few spoonfuls of hoi sin sauce, and top it with chive and ginger chutney and you're away, off to sit in the gutter and spill it all over your good school shirt so that your mum will yell at you when you get home. read more