Who would have thought that the new ‘hipster’ style cafe’s would branch out of the city and into the suburbs? What’s more is who would have thought that they would branch out into The Hills! Being a Hills girl myself, I have never been proud of the cafe’s that we have on offer out here, and always opted to travel closer to the city to meet friends. However, 2015 has brought a new wave of gorgeous, trendy cafe’s into this area, where people are traveling from all over Sydney to get to – I know, crazy!
One of these so called ‘hipster’ cafe’s is The Tuckshop in Glenhaven. I had heard people talking about how cool this place was for a long time, with its crate seating, bright vibrant interior and of course their delicious food; burgers, breakfast and the like!
So of course, with nothing to do on a Tuesday morning, and being my hangry self, I dragged myself out of bed and headed five minutes down the road to The Tuckshop to check out whether it matched up to some of my Eastern suburbs – favourite places!
And alas – it did indeed! The Tuckshop brought Glenhaven rd alive for the first time ever! The place was full of young people desperate for a fancy feed. Seating sprawled out into the back courtyard, and onto the side of the cafe, and featured an almost picnic feel. The menu’s were set on the wall for people to help themselves, which gave the place even more of a ‘tuckshop’ vibe. What I loved about the menu was that everything was available all day – even breakfast which was awesome as even though I had slept in, I could still go for what I was craving, muesli.
The toasted muesli ($12) was actually really good, very sweet, however balanced by the natural yogurt. The serving was also very generous! I also (surprisingly) loved the coffee!
All in all, every one should go check this place out, I will definitely be a regular!!
And last thing – it isn’t the city and I cannot care less!
The Tuckshop Cafe
Shop 1/78 Glenhaven Road, Glenhaven NSW 2156, Australia
+61 2 8850 5549
A crisp, cold Saturday morning, with all the family at home definitely was calling for a brunch date at Wild Pear Cafe. Wild Pear is one of my favourite breakfast spots, with its quiet setting amongst the farms of beautiful Dural!
Each time I visit, it is a must that I order the bacon and Avocado stack with chilli jam. Such a simple dish, but so tasty and generous. What I love about Wild Pear is that it is value for money! The serving sizes are huge, but they do not compromise on flavour and quality! I would also go as far as to say that they have some of the best coffee in Sydney. I definitely recommend visiting Wild Pear, especially for breakfast, its worth the drive all the way out to Dural!
Without a doubt, the most exciting thing about visiting Paris for me were the breakfasts. There is no hiding the fact that I am a complete breakfast LOVER, I never go a day without breakfast, and cannot function normally without a complete breakfast in my stomach. I was talking to my friend the other day about how when we have sleepovers with friends that aren’t crazy about breakfast, it’s devastating, and a trip to the local cafe on the way to the bus stop is crucial. She even said that she’s known to have a ‘full english’ on those days – I can definitely relate!
On Monday the 23rd June it was my 20th birthday! I was so excited to finally end my teenage years and begin the rest of my life. Sadly, my one uni exam for the semester fell on this day, right smack bang in the middle of MY day! It was the last thing I wanted to do on my birthday, however, I made a plan to have as much fun as possible before and after the dreaded exam.
I began my day with a trip to The Grounds of Alexandria with my Mum. I had always wanted to visit the grounds, so many of my friends had been there, and the pictures they had uploaded of the food looked incredible! So off we went, in an attempt to cross one restaurant off my long list of restaurants i’m dying to visit!
It was in a really strange location! I had never really explored Alexandria before, so driving through what seemed like an industrial area wasn’t exactly where I would expect to find a happening breakfast spot, and foodie destination! However, in amongst the factories we found a gem! We walked in to what looked like a country village, filled with a flower shop, gourmet grocery store, a bar and of course the cafe! It was such a cool little country escape in amongst industry and the city! There was a bit of a queue for a table, but we didn’t mind seeing as it gave us time to explore. As the waiter lead us too our seats, the vibrant atmosphere got me so excited! There were loads of people enjoying their meals, stands packed with freshly baked bread from their bakery onsite, bread and jam tasting, a dessert stand, there was just so much going on that I didn’t know where to look. There was such a fabulous vibe. I ordered the Brioche Brekky Burger with Polenta Chips and Mum ordered the Brekky Board. I also had their freshly squeezed watermelon and pineapple fruit juice. We were seated right near the kitchen, and I watched all the food being prepared and assembled. Everything looked incredible and made to so keen to come back and try the rest of the breakfast dishes!
The Brekky burger was so delicious! The Brioche was so soft, and surprisingly, the burger was quite light on my stomach.
Later on in the day we went to a place called A Tavola for dinner. I had read reviews for this restaurant and decided to tick yet another restaurant off my long list of places to visit. I had heard about their freshly made pasta that they hang around the restaurant to dry before service, and as we walked in, my eyes were immediately drawn to the pasta drying on the racks. We were greeted with some freshly baked focaccia and chilli olive oil, which immediately excited me as it reminded me of a traditional european restaurant (not the stingy Australian versions where you pay extra for the bread). Dad also ordered an Italian red wine (not sure what it was called as Italian wines come in so many unfamiliar varieties) which was spectacular. I ordered the Pappardelle with Wagyu Ragu and so did my mum and dad. My sister ordered the Mushroom Ravioli with Truffle Sauce. Both dishes were incredible, the pasta cooked al dente which is always promising, and we were given such a generous serving of the hearty Ragu.
For dessert, just for the sake of jamming one more foodie destination into one day, we went to Riva Reno on Crown st for Gelato. Riva Reno is an Italian gelato chain that has many stores in Italy, but a few in Australia as well. It is by far my favourite gelato in Australia, and is possibly better than the gelato I had in Italy. It has such a thick creamy texture, that it reminds me on eating Nutella. The gelato is kept in metal cylinders to keep it from being exposed to bacteria etc. but also because natural, authentic gelato doesn’t have any preservatives or nitrogen, and so cannot be piled up high on display as we find it here in Australia. To me it makes more sense to store the gelato this way! I would absolutely recommend visiting this place!
I had a fabulous birthday, even though I had an exam (notice I didn’t mention the exam in my recount of the day? It doesnt deserve a mention!)
The Grounds of Alexandria: http://groundsroasters.com/
A Tavola, Bondi: http://www.atavola.com.au/bondi/
Riva Reno: http://www.rivareno.com/ita/
In a week’s time, my little sister and I will be jet-setting off to Paris. I can already taste the crisp macarons, the fluffy, flaky croissants and the chewy baguettes that I am over-prepared to devour! It has been my sister’s dream to visit Paris. Her bedroom is decked out with Parisian decor, from pictures, to pillows to ornaments – she’s so obsessed! So finally, My parents have decided to allow us to gate-crash their European holiday and meet them in Paris for a week.
A few years ago I went to Paris with my Dad. It was the middle of winter, and so walking around Paris, although incredible, obviously wasn’t as pleasant as it will be next week! I just remember Dad and I powering through the markets and down the streets, trying to see and experience as much as we could in as little time as possible (to avoid the cold.) One freezing morning, before heading off to Versailles, Dad and I decided to grab a Nutella Crepe from a small store run by an old Arabic man. What would usually be a simple task in ordering a crepe, became very difficult as we quickly realised that he didn’t understand any english. So, going off my observation that he looked Arabic, I mumbled a few Arabic words (probably every Arabic word that I knew) in an attempt to order my Crepe. And it worked, he understood me! A miracle!
So there we were, in Paris, speaking Arabic and eating piping hot crepes filled with oozing nutella. So in preparation for our trip to Paris next week, on this cold winter’s day in Sydney, I cooked my little sister some oozing nutella crepes, in the hope that it would cure her tonsillitis (yes she is sick!) before we fly out, or at least lift her spirits!
Here’s whats it it:
1/2 cup plain flour
1/2 cup milk
2 Tbsp sugar
1 Tbsp butter
Whisk all the ingredients together. Melt some butter in a hot pan and pour in half of the mixture. Swirl the mixture around until the pan is covered and let it become golden in colour (1 minute) before you flip it. I recommend attempting the ‘flip from the pan’ as opposed to flipping it with a spatula! Once cooked on both sides, spread over some nutella, fold, and serve!
These were part of an experiment for breakfast ideas. They are essentially gourmet hash browns, and are so delicious!
1 cup Panko Bread Crumbs
2 eggs, whisked
1 cup flour
3 rashers of bacon
1/2 red onion
salt and pepper
3 Tbsp cream
Boil the potatoes and mash. Put through a fine sieve to get rid of lumps. Add cream, crispy bacon pieces, diced red onion, salt and pepper and combine. Roll into cylinders, place in flour, egg and bread crumbs and fry until golden. Serve with home made lemon and garlic aioli.
I guess it is customary to eat at a french Bistro on arrival in Paris. As Dad and I braced the icy Winter’s air (a type of cold never experienced in Australia) we felt the need to run into the first Bistro we could find, irrespective of the quality or the pricing of the place. I guess you could say our first meal in Paris was a gamble, it could have been amazing, but it also could have been devastatingly horrible! Picking the standard breakfast item on the menu, we sat in ignorance, not knowing how to read french, and thus not sure of what we were about to eat. But it was the fried eggs with bright orange yolks and quality dijon mustard accompanied with a full basket of fresh french style bread that set my taste buds up for the amazing culinary journey they were about to face in Paris. There is something quite beautiful and elegant about having the courage to serve up such a simple dish as a restaurant specialty, but it was my arrogance as a foreigner that doubted the breakfast preferences of the frenchman.