They claim to be the healthiest, but I don’t buy into any ‘the burgers are better’ sing-song. The number of calories written by the burger may as well be foreign currency to me. That said: there’s no clouding of judgment when I say that the burgers here are damn good. The latest to spring up is in Bondi Junction; not an easy hustle, but Grill’d aim high. They’re licensed, provide al fresco dining, and even donate a buck from every meal to a local charity of your choice.
Pub Life Kitchen
It takes a dastardly mind to snaffle The Norfolk’s famous deep fried pickles, and stick ‘em on a burger, but that just what they did here for the W.M.D. Burger ($15). Yep, that stands for Weapons of Mass Destruction (served on the 4th of July), and it’s homing in on your arteries and liver.
Long Nights, Early Mornings
The days are both colder and shorter. Cramming it all in this month meant I even had to get up at six am! This was a world away from my usual caper of staying up until six. I did however get to enjoy a rustic, Italian breakfast by Signorelli Gastronomia as part of the Pyrmont Festival. I learned that dawn does indeed smile upon Pyrmont - go check it out some time.
The Duck Inn
In the suburb where I grew up, the local pub had a men-only bar, so you’ll have to forgive my tendency to view this new breed of cosy, country-kitchen style pub as progressive. Regardless, it’s the perfect place to spend a miserable Monday night when the arduous week stretching ahead has you both beat.
We are seated on the verandah of this 19th century mansion, looking down on Watsons Bay picnickers. Feeling like characters in an Oscar Wilde play, we are served cucumber sandwiches by mistake – the irony is too delicious to fault. Sunny days in Sydney lead us to Oysters ($3.50/each), the lubricating mignonette goes down a treat.