10 March 2008

old Sydney haunts...

These are my most beloved places in Sydney to sit and drink usually late, very late, into the night.

I cannot even think how many hours I have spent sitting and talking and drinking and laughing and smoking and having long long a
mazing conversations with my friends.


I know that the odds are by the time I return to Sydney they will not be the same anymore or maybe I will have changed but they will still exist exactly like they were then in some corner of my brain and so that has to count for something.


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Number one, with a bullet:

Dean's Cafe

Kellett Street, Kings Cross

My partner in crime at this place is Chrysi, it feels like a hefty chunk of our time spent together has been here outside under the awning surrounded by a cloud of smoke and strong coffee. It's open until 3 or 4am most nights of the wee
k and plays the greatest mix of music you could hope for; Rolling Stones, Aretha Franklin, Imogen Heap to name a few...it was literally my surrogate living room.

I brought my dear Leonie (pic ---->) here when she was over from Perth; she got it, she loved it and I knew she would!


*(Prague is also across the road, perfect in winter for
a filling Czech meal)



Number two:

Le Chifley
Castlereagh St, Sydney


Hidden in the depths of Chifley Arcade this was my saviour for an after-work drink in the city. Small and so so so cosy with the best bartender Armando from Peru. It's never really full and it does feel like your ow
n secret hideaway.


Number Three:

Cafe Hernandez
Kings Cross Rd, Potts Point

kinda around the corner from Dean's...my lovely chum Jezebel brought me here on a balmy summer afternoon for my first taste of Horchata...and I have never looked back. They are a little secretive about their special drink and for good reason, it's amazing. Plus, it's open 24 hours and the food is simple, good and cheap!





So they are my three favourites, although I also find myself severely pining for proper Chai with fresh ginger at Badde Manors in Glebe, and just in general about Sydney...coffee. Proper coffee. One perfect dark cup. Count your blessing Sydneysiders, you are spoiled for good coffee places. I can count on one hand the number of times I've had a proper coffee in London. In six months...that's really sad.

Drink up my lovelies...enjoy it for me!

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