Kelly’s Bar and Grill is a South African-style restaurant located on level 6 of Bondi Junction Westfield. Now, don’t be put off by Kelly’s location, as this spot had city views! Level 6 of Westfield Bondi Junction is a foodies dream – some of the best spots including Bondi Pizza, San Churro and New Shanghai all in the one location, overlooking Sydney’s city and Bondi.
For the past few weeks, I have filled days trying burger after burger in search of something quite spectacular. The journey was long however enjoyable (of course!), and I have discovered that Sydney has some pretty perfect burgers on offer! After my trip to Los Angeles at the beginning of the year, I was inspired by their perfectly handcrafted, burgers; with a soft bun, oozing cheese, crispy bacon and a succulent, thick meat patty. I thought that Sydney didn’t have burgers that compared other than the classic Aussie burger that I grew up with, with bacon, egg, meat, pineapple, cheese, lettuce, tomato and beetroot. But I was so wrong!
With the The Fatties burger appreciation society on Facebook booming with 20,000 members, Sydney foodies seem to always be on the hunt for the highest quality burger around – and these foodies are hard to please, they are burger connoisseurs to say the least!
But what I can say is after my search for this perfect burger is that Bare Grill Cafe in La Perouse produced my favourite burger so far! The infamous burger is called ‘The Fatties Burger’ created for the The Fatties burger appreciation society. It consists of double beef, bacon, American cheese, gherkins and house sauce for the amazing price of $10. I think the highlight and the secret ingredient of this burger was the house sauce which was creamy, but zesty, and also surprisingly refreshing. The meat was incredibly succulent and the bread was so, so soft!
The owner of this place told me that he certainly did his research before opening his own burger shop. He and his family traveled all around the United States taste testing burgers to find what ingredients were essential to create the best tasting burger. I say that Bare Grill’s burgers are so amazing because they do not compromise on quality, everything is cooked with care and all ingredients are hot and fresh!
But wait, there is more! Their new fish burger designed by Simon from http://simonfoodfavourites.blogspot.com.au/ is incredibly refreshing and again high quality! The fish is lightly battered and fried and coupled with coleslaw and a dill and gherkin mayonnaise. If you are a fish lover, this burger is also delicious!
And finally, you wont believe it, but as well as producing my favourite burger in Sydney, Bare Grill also have authentic gelato on offer. I would go as far as to say that it is better than messina and Cow and moon, and should be compared more to a very authentic gelato that has a mouse-like texture, much like Rivareno gelato on Crown street in Sydney, or that which I has in Bologna in Italy.
Everyone has to visit this place, its worth the drive out to La Perouse, you will not be dissapointed!
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Via Napoli is a cult favourite restaurant, and one of my personal favourites as well! Set along Longueville rd in Lane Cove, its location is unassuming, but the quality of the food here is outstanding! Friarielli from the foot hills of Mt Vesuvius and buffalo mozarella flown in fresh from Naples – it is definitely no comparison to the local pizza shop!
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!
You know those days that you just have no idea what you could possibly cook for dinner? Those days where you are sick of every dish that you cook up regularly, and just want something a bit exciting? Well this was one of those days. I opened the fridge, saw nothing interesting other than a bag of mushrooms, then continued on with my day, with the thought lingering as to what I could cook. On my daily walk, an idea popped into my head, ‘pie!’ I thought, ‘a nice crusty homemade pie would be delicious!’ Then the image of the lonely bag of mushrooms popped up and I immediately had a dish in mind! Chicken and mushroom pie…
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!
If you love classy fine dining restaurants, quality service, big shopping centres filled with top designer boutiques, well, Cabramatta is just not the place for you. Travel 30 km south west of Sydney city and you’ll drive straight into the heart of Vietnam. Cabramatta has one main street, John st, in which majority of the restaurants, fruit markets and Vietnamese clothing shops are packed into. The main street branches out into tiny alleyways packed with people, and so reminiscent of the Binh Thanh Market in Ho Chi Minh City.
Where in the world can you get two metres of top-quality, only authentic, wood-fried pizza? In Sydney’s Lane Cove. The pizza chef’s cheered as metres upon metres of pizza came out of the mouth of the hot oven and was carried above people’s heads by a squadron of about five men. It was almost a military operation! But what was even more amazing was that the ingredients were so authentic that the broccoli-like vegetable on the pizza, Friarielli, was grown in the volcanic soil of Mount Vesuvius and flown over to Australia to be used as a pizza topping. And why grown in volcanic soil I hear you ask? Well the rich soil gives the Friarielli a creamy, but bitter flavour – something quite unique.
Weirdly, the only pizza I ate on my trip to Italy was in Venice. Dad and I found a restaurant that overlooked the water, and bravely chose to sit outside and soak in the sun, although it was fleeting. The pizza was so simple, yet so good! Crispy, elastic bread covered with shaved prosciutto and mozzarella cheese. It’s these little food experiences, that although not to fancy and not over-exciting, that capture the true essence of the city.
What could be better than a mix of all the day’s catch, lightly battered and crispy fried? The catch being from Venice of course! Waiting for our train to arrive, dad and I popped into the first restaurant we could find. Browsing over at other tables to see what they were eating, I saw the fisherman’s basket and I immediately knew that that was what I wanted! And let me tell you, quality-wise, flavour-wise; the dish delivered!