@ 159 King St
It opens late and it opens until late. This is that token Turkish Pide place that you crawl to after a big night out on King when you need something greasy, filling and cheap to stave off that unwanted gag reflex or attempt to avoid the morning after hangover. The food is as you'd expect from any kebab place. It's nice, though nothing special. I dug into a falafal roll and polished it off in a matter of minutes, satisfied and almost stuffed but not quite there.
Most people hang around the front after they've ordered though there is a nice cushioned area at the back for those wanting to make more of an affair of it. Stick with the front, it's more interesting especially on a Saturday night!
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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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