@ 3/621-622 King Street
Farewell Blue Vein Cafe, hello Molly Coddle. No question as to if Molly truly exists, today we're too busy eating to bother with such trivialities. It's a busy Saturday morning and we're lucky enough to snag a table at all. It's outside. It's winter. It's cold. We order coffees. Then we turn to the menu. There are quite a few interesting ones on the menu and even more that are appealing for a Saturday morning catch up with one of my good friends.
"Is it strange if we order the same thing?" I ask my friend. "No, not at all," is her reply. That's what I like about my friendships. They're not particularl about things like that like I can be with me and my sister. We can't wear the same colours. We can't eat the same food. It's sibling rivalry. It makes us look like we're trying to copy one another. But friends? It's just a sign that we have good taste.
Molly's was originally established in Stanmore as a cafe/fresh food delivery service that has since found a new restaurant outlet on the St Peter's end of King Street this June. It's a grand spot for it, open and with a bit of greenery to add to the scenery. The food is a mish-mash of cuisines, there's some Australian, Italian and Filipino influence in there. Not to mention the cupcakes, the likes of which include Cookie Monsters and Grouches that look too good to destroy.
Lunch though was a Filipino dish. It's not everyday you get to experience this on King Street. In fact, this is the only Filipino restaurant I've ever known on King. It's a platter of sweet potato rosti and grilled halloumi. The presentation isn't the most fabulous, scattered around the plate, making it look emptier than it should, but the taste is authentic. Clean and simple, the flavours are subtle yet alluring and the plate is enough to fill without compromising on the dessert stomach. Good food. Good company. A perfect Saturday.
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One girl's gastromonic endeavour to conquer King Street, Newtown, a strip of over one-hundred cafes, bars and restaurants.
Walking down King Street in Newtown, one of Sydney's oldest suburbs, one's senses can become completely overwhelmed. Despite its colourful boutiques and a seemingly endless array of second-hand book stores, it's the tastebuds that really get the work-out with the strip's vast line of culinary delights. I've walked King Street many times and have counted over 140 pubs, restuarants and cafes along it.
These never stay static either. Constantly changing, upgrading, renaming and expanding one can always expect a new gastronomic adventure to greet them when visiting King Street.
Well, I'm determined to end that and achieve the near impossible: to feast from every restaurant/cafe/bar on King Street and live to tell the tale.
These never stay static either. Constantly changing, upgrading, renaming and expanding one can always expect a new gastronomic adventure to greet them when visiting King Street.
Well, I'm determined to end that and achieve the near impossible: to feast from every restaurant/cafe/bar on King Street and live to tell the tale.
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