Thru my Sydney Eye

It is always tempting to declare this joint, or the other joint, as one's favourite cafe ever! Evah is a long time, and encompasses ma...

Hemingway published his novel in 1937. Harry is an essentially good man, out of his depth. He lacks the moral courage to cut through, instea...

The sun was sinking behind the city skyline and, being weary, I was simply not fast enough to catch that stunning woman as she walked into F...

Cafe Omer is in Comber Street, Paddington, off Oxford Street where the Three Weeds pub is. It prides itself on the quality of its coffee. Ho...

6am The pigeons do not startle ready for flight as I wheel the corner at Five Ways to tramp up Heeley Street. They claim the early morning ...

Meandering down Heeley Street after returning my library books (and paying my fine!) I was mesmerised by the sun glinting off the waters of ...

Out along The Finger Wharf, jutting into Wooloomooloo Bay, there is a small Spanish cafe, Velero , which serves exquisite tapas and Rose to ...

Please click to enlarge Flicking along the jaw, a bob defined her face and accompanied her brittle laugh, much as a mellow Shiraz accompanie...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a cafe with a queue must have an excellent barista. And "Camps" has three of them. Hav...