A Certain Joy and Flow

I had to confront getting done a task which I avoided for long, tried to rationalise that it would be right if they are still left unattended and have virtually done nothing about an evolving situation. Once I got to gradually chip at the bricks, so to speak, I moved on to a synergy that was unstoppable - and results began to show and shape out. In between the commencement and completion of this task, I also had some passing insights of things, which did give me an inner glow of a certain joy and flow.

Re-discovering the strength of survivors. Our inner passions and determination are not to be under estimated. A roadblock or distraction cannot undermine a solid purpose. Even if we are totally discouraged at one point in time, the core of want and aim are like roots and seeds hidden underneath the soil, ready to spring back to reality and growth. In the movie Hugo, the child characters wonder why they stumbled into mysterious leads, and reasoned that like machine parts, they were there to serve a purpose, even if not fully understood for most of the time.

Coming across the same old types of culprits, like bad old habits from the past. At times, there is a rhyme and reason, a pattern and a trend plus the adage that leopards cannot hide their spots. In figuring out what happened, even when we have some facts and evidence hidden from us, for whatever reason, I often reflect on past cases and experience. Culprits and troublemakers, if we try to follow and understand their motivation and path of thoughts, either do not veer from the familiar road or do so in a significant way. The eureka moment is to reckon their reasoning, what drove them and who made them like this. Then they are easier to read, even if they try to hide behind shadows, anonymity and manipulation of what is kosher.


Matter does get decomposed, once you have left them long enough. Baby boomers used to say "Take care of the big things, and the rest will be fine". To me, I take this as a judgement call. At times we have to pay attention to the details in order for the big things to work okay. For other scenarios, the big and smaller parts do have to synchronise. And yet on some other occasions, to our delight, if we ignore and procastinate, it may not matter. Do not be surprised though, that on matters involving love, kindness and friendship, they do get decomposed if one of the parties do not play their part - and may live to regret them. So never take some things for granted.


Some things, if nurtured right from the beginning, do keep on growing. Some people do not bother with manuals or guidelines. They prefer using instincts at the start, but when they encounter the proverbial storm or problem, it may get difficult to withdraw. The right beginning, the optimal conditions and the proper way to do things may sound boring or challenging, but once you have got them right, there is no looking back - the legs kick for a streamlined swim, the gait of the run is second nature and the hunch of the shoulder at the gym grows most perfectly.


Weeds thrive in niches, where they instinctively know are the last places to be noticed and culled. Most investigative and detective stories emphasise a solution in places, angles and corners that no one would ever look at. There is some thrill and fun in navigating from the obvious to the unobvious, and this is the stuff behind entertaining books and movies. Some professions, bodies and institutions are pretty good at carving exclusiveness and mystery, so that they are totally self-governed and do not have to handle the mess from others confronted in the name of equity, equality and fairness. Others make an apparent complicatedness and indignant righteousness about interference to fend off unwanted, prying eyes and ears. Some others use money and self-gratuitous titles as the barrier to unwelcome intrusions.

Manjits at Corrimal NSW

Indian cuisine, together with Chinese, Thai and Italian, have been a mainstay in almost every large conurbation in Australia since the 1950s. Each of these cuisines have evolved from basic immigrant dabblings with Australian ingredients to styles of cooking available, especially these days in Melbourne, Brisbane and Sydney, that are said to be more authentic, traditional and reflective of various provincial styles. One of my frequented places for Indian, just next in a neighbouring suburb, is Manjit's, easily spotted upstairs in one corner at one of the main traffic sets of lights in Corrimal, a location south of Bulli and north of Wollongong CBD. I always ask for their lovely concoction of mango lhassi (picture above) , the Indian-styled yogurt refresher essential on summery days, and also offered in plain or vanilla flavours.

Manjit's provides a lunch bento-style offering of the thalli, more than adequate for each person in three varieties of curry, two wholesome slices of naan bread (image above) and a serving of steamed basmati rice. The thalli offers tandoori chicken curry and lamb korma, popular choices in any North Indian experience, but I also appreciate their choice of fish curry, bringing me back memories of Kerala, Goa and Madras. The curry sauces are rich but tasty, not overwhelming and balances the coconut milk with the essential spices. If you are in a hurry through out a working day's lunch time, you can also have a takeaway box.

Manjit's has ample seating inside, but it is best to have a table along the verandahs when the climate is agreeable and the wind not strong. There, guests can not only look at the suburban vehicular and pedestrian traffic below in Corrimal, but also gaze at the lovely escarpment that surround Wollongong city and surrounds. Visitors coming from Sydney can try lunching there before heading to the outdoors on the NSW South Coast, as it is open every day and parking is relatively so much better than in most Sydney suburbs.

The creamy fish curry (above) is only one of my favourites at Manjit's. There is also the Moghul inspired Anarkali bite sized mutton pieces sauteed with tomatoes and onions and sprinkled with chopped mint leaves. Archari Tikka chicken is marinaded with a paste mixing coriander, fenugreek, mustard seeds and cumin paste, amongst other items.

One of the walls at Manjit's (above) has the following pronounced: "Today's beautiful moments make tomorrow's beautiful memories". My overall impressions of Manjit's, over the past several years, are:

Atmosphere: Relaxing
Location: Suburban pace
Taste: Just right
People Engagement: Always greeted by a smile and a name
Service: Quick and unintrusive
Best Time to Visit: For lunch
Fav Dish Experienced: Lamb korma
Would I Return?: Yes

Brasserie Bread - Banksmeadow, Sydney

There is a whiff of nippiness in the air, especially in the early mornings and late evenings. You long for some homely comfort, a bit of warmth and the aroma of freshly baked stuff. It can be a lazy, easy time. The arrival of autumn is on the back of our minds, but we do long for the texture of good baked rolls, to take with fresh and colourful fruit, welcome grains and the memory of other hazy but good mornings. Oh yes, both the rhubarb and strawberry tart, plus the orange and hazelnut friand are waiting for you (above image), fresh - someone has returned from the Brasserie Bread Cafe near Botany Bay.

Clockwise above, from noon: brioche burger bun, flavourful light and just of the right bite size; the ever reliable plain croissants, ready as they are, but also inviting with butter, jams and crunchy sides; the sweet danish "pain raisin", tempting but not overwhelming.

The sit down menu at the cafe is extensive, whether for breakky, brunch or lunch. I was captivated by the six seed roll with marinaded turkey breast, hummus and crunchy salad. Or a dark rye bread accompanied by smoked trout and cool cucumber salad. Teacakes or baguettes? Or may be some chocolate brownies and banana bread slices. And panini, pancakes and poached eggs. All eggs utilised are organic. You can have toasts from a mixture of sour cherry, walnut and fig. There's the ciabatta or schiaciatta for Italian preferences.

Hand crafted cultured butter is provided with your bread offerings, and I chose the slow cooked pork shoulder roast with sweet potato mash, topped by a simply fried egg. (picture above) The coffee blend served is Allpress. Muesli, olive oils, relishes and preserves are also bottled and on display. I could not figure out the background of the clientele - perhaps a confluence for Sydney's eastern suburb matrons, Brighton le Sand families and Sutherland Shire twenty somethings.

The paper wrapping and bags used are pleasant to hold. Brasserie Bread proclaims that it combines the best of artisan baking traditions with latest IT infused and automated technology to offer the best in its products and produce. The wooden shelves at the cafe in Botany remind us of a past period, of utilising what is natural and setting the tone of a relaxing venue with high ceilings, big windows and the buzz of starting a day.

The tender and juicy pork infused well in flavour with the sweet potatoes and texture of bread (above). My overall impressions of the Brassiere Bread Cafe at 1737 Botany Road (nearer to Foreshore Road junction in Botany NSW) are:

Atmosphere: You could be in the country side but it can get crowded.

Location: In a light industrial area, but hidden away from the hype of residences and city rush

Taste: Definite benchmarks

People Engagement: Staff had natural conversation abilities to make customers at ease, even though they had much to do themselves

Service: Above average.

Best Time to Visit: 830am on weekends and 11am on weekdays

Fav Dish Experienced: Slow cooked roast pork shoulder and anything sourdough

Would I Return?: Yes

There is a calendar of baking sessions for interested adult students. Complimentary kids' baking classes are offered once a week - on the Saturday of visit to the Botany outlet, the eight to twelve years were seen smiling standing around a dough and mould class through a door with a glass see through top. Customers help themselves to plain water glasses ala pub style. Open every morning from 7am on weekdays and 8am on weekends, the cafe quickly fills up with an urgency especially after 9am on Saturdays and Sundays. It is not a place for sleepy heads, although the aroma and whiff of their products do wake any one up gently, as there is not much left before 2pm.

Brasserie Bread has won top awards in croissants, Danish pastries, sourdough creations, pane croccante, rye bread and French Mountain Bread. Don't miss their garlic bread, sourdough pancakes and Croque Monsuier should you find your way to Botany or its latest opened outlet in South Melbourne at 150 Thistlethwaite St. For air travellers, do not despair, a Brasserie Bread cafe is already open at Terminal 2 Domestic in Sydney Airport.

Spring Boarding

To do something unconventional takes guts. Beyond circumstances, above reproach and surpassing all previous certainties. Perhaps the only underlying motive is "Why not?"

Think of the last time each of us as individuals did something remarkable. Truly ground breaking, when compared with society's expectations, our own expectations and that of our loved ones. When we do break barriers, whether of spirit, our own constrictions or way of thought imposed on us, this act involves risks but also beckons with opportunities. Maybe it is also the person moving on to such dimensions has long ago prepared himself or herself to be able to do it, when the time arrives, when the bridge has to be crossed and before it is too late. I envisage such a scenario when the action is taken and has to be taken is like a diver spring boarding away, and giving us the surprise twist, but that moment of projection and twirl projects all sorts of emotions and thought on the part of observers. However please notice how calm and focused this diver is, as if he had been waiting for this precise move all his life, accompanied with all the vibes of liberation, purpose and strident focus.

Not every one can do this. It takes boldness, imagination and a certain character. When we break out of the mould, when as if the butterfly flies out of the cocoon and when spring boarding changes all rules, the very act also helps observers and initial sceptics to move out of their assumptions, stance and perhaps comfort zones. It can be transforming a critical way of changing thinking, roles or way of doing things. Observers may try to rationalise that , oh, that person has always wanted to do that. Maybe not. The significant change acted upon may occur precisely due to the alignment of the proverbial moon and stars - the readiness, the affordability, the want, the boldness and the support all blending into a heady "Yes!".

This can describe procrastinations suddenly reversed, a natural flowing in of just doing it or the crossing over of the river tempting us for so many years. Often what can be lost is less than what can be gained. The most satisfying sensation is having the full knowledge of self-navigation and not being forced by others into all this change. Precisely because it is such a personally driven determination and passion to make such a mind-bending decision, the resulting decision is easy to make, and the consequent doing is even easier and more enjoyable to execute. Once the diver accelerates his whole body and runs into the space beyond the plank, he does not look back but simply propels himself fully forward.

This past week I have had to come hard to understand why three persons I know rather well have chosen to springboard in their very unique, personal and special ways. In the beginning, as an observer, I was confused. When I realised that I was not just an unaffected pavement stander, I wanted to understand why, but had all my prejudices, fears and unresolved issues project on to the decisions of my brave friends. When I tried to remove my own feelings on what they were doing - and allowed their perspectives full flow and reasoning - I was also freed up, mentally following their projections above the springboard. And I learnt and maybe, hopefully and instinctively understood better - the joy and freedom of personal spring boarding. Many thanks to Christopher, Richard and Tim for opening my eyes.

Melba Brasserie at the Langham, Melbourne CBD

On arrival, I saw the variety of seafood, salads, desserts and the theme of readiness. Stone slabs and wooden panels set the tone of Melba's Brasserie. I settled on my chair at the top end of a long dining table, could not pace myself initially, but felt relaxed by my company (the Yeaps) at table and the friendly staff attending to us. Buffets can be tricky, often under appreciated for what they entail and the palate's overall satisfaction depends on the sequence of menu selections thoughtfully chosen.

At the Melba Brasserie, four things stood out, the oysters, Moreton Bay bugs, green lipped mussels and the carvery meats. The evening began on a easy note, not too noisy, as we were early, but as the place filled up on a Sunday evening and the autumn air played its colours outside, more diners messed up their tables even if they still looked elegant. Still, there was no sense of rush as they sensed out intentions to make the most of the lingering hours of the weekend!

Lobster, crab and Beijing duck were available - how yummy. How does one keep Beijing duck tender and moist for a buffet audience who can walk in at any time? I have a crave for Beijing duck in Melbourne's outer suburbs, like near Wartirna, and did not know what to expect of them from this end of town beside the Yarra River. Melba's has been brave in this respect and that evening came out rather okay with the duck. There were no complaints from me with their Japanese bar, not just tuna stuffed sashimi but also, unagi (eel), yellowtail, octopus, king fish and salmon choices, and those California maki rolls. And not to ignore the chocolate fountain and tandoori oven baked bread.

A ritual of any buffet is the unshelling of bright red prawns and the yummy devouring of the delicate flesh. Melba's provides the background, the diversity and the comfort. Consuming such prawns make all of us want to be weekend fishermen, decked out in our boats and hats, learning more of the tides, seasons and currents that deliver such heavenly delights. The freshness and aroma of the rivers and sea came to us as we dabbled our fingers with such prawns, cooked simply without fuss and close to the source they came from.

I finished up the evening , food wise, with small portions of cream brulee, rum baba and a choice of ice cream flavours. Coffee was pretty much taken without too much expectation or comparison from what the Melbourne city lanes could offer. After this dinner, we went for a stroll, with the air slight nippy as for March but also offering us an opportunity for some post digestion of our experience at Melba's.

Atmosphere: Families and good friends gathering all over.

Location: Good side of town.

Taste: Overall satisfaction, but do avoid some specific dishes.

People Engagement: A mature staff member assigned to our table took the effort to commence a dialogue with us, and this is much appreciated, considering the busy night for the restaurant.

Service: Friendly, efficient and without fuss.

Best Time to visit: Saturday evenings.

My Fav Dish Experienced: The Chocolate Melba layer cake. (with both custard and chocolate)

Would I Return?: Oh ya, baby.

Taste Baguette & Grill, Darling Quarter, Sydney CBD

Another business day, another of those precincts designed by the same people paid by the same developers off to milk the same formula? It looked like one of those joints in Melbourne's South Bank. It had the same lay out, perhaps the same frontage. The premises has the same opportunities and challenges. High tourist traffic, with the presence of a bunch (actually a few thousand in number) of resident twenty somethings with high discretionary cash flows, need to unwind after 7pm and with a refusal to go home to another cubicle (after spending ten hours in an office cubicle). The nearby ground space was turned into a kind of recreational adjunct to a gym, even if there was no proper gym outfit nearby so to speak. People were actually playing table tennis on stone tables, others were hanging on the grass and benches as if to escape the confines of their nearby high rise units. Hmnn, I recall Brisbane's South Bank. Rentals of outlets look suspiciously high, so there is obvious pressure to have high margins and high turnover in any business one operates around here.

My overall impressions of Taste, one of several outlets in the food street alley of Darling Quarter, are as follows.

Atmosphere: Commercial

Location: Touristy, Transient and Office

Taste: Below Expectations.

People Engagement: Okay if You Start the Conversation First, maybe the Staff are Too Tired.

Service: Minimal

Best Time To Visit: If You Happen to Pass by

My fav Dish Experienced: None

Would I Return?: Maybe not.

At Taste, I had smoked salmon below some rocket leaves and an omelette all sitting on surprisingly ordinary toasted bread. The place is not just for breakfast, it operates a licensed bar, has sit down arrangements inside and outdoors plus runs a take away counters for those coffees and take away baguettes/ rolls. Taste is open till late and opens early, looks like the literal burning of the candle at both ends. Below image, a profile of the day time crowd. Taste originated in the Surry Hills precinct of inner Sydney and there it offered a fusion of French-Vietnamese fare. The Darling Quarter branch also provides Vietnam-inspired interiors for its sit down restaurant. Oh yes, they served Campos blended coffee with my breakfast choice above.

Sambal Kampung, Little Bourke Street - Melbourne CBD

Sambal Kampung, or chili and shrimp condiment from the village, is run by a Chinese family previously from Sarawak, the portion of northern Borneo once ruled by White Rajahs (the Brookes), home land to various tribes and home of peppercorn plantations. I had arrived there, a small unassuming cafe like shop, on a suggestion from a Sydney family and with a hunger to try Melbourne's Malaysian food reputation. The thousands of students from Malaysia who had trudged through the grid-like streets of Melbourne since the fifties have indelibly left behind a culinary trail of street food, delicacies from the four main racial groups that reside in Malaysia and various styles of unique cooking traditions that may no longer exist in today's Malaysia.

The first thing I realised was that the roti prata they dished up was bigger in size and asked for a bargain price when compared with Sydney. The accompanying curry was even more wholesome than at Mamaks Chinatown Sydney CBD. Wow. The ambiance was informal, the customers were mostly ex-Malaysians and the food tasted a bit different to this ex-Penangite. The tables and chairs were brown, why all this jungle brown in most Malaysian outlets in Australia? However, the teh tarik (milky latte with a cinnamon bark twist) was authentic. On the other hand, the choices of desserts and drinks variety ala Malaysia was limited. Prices at the Sambal Kampung asked are reasonable, good for an office gathering or just to have a practical dinner after a long day at work in the CBD.

I gradually realised I was not the only one indulging in the comfort foods of my childhood. There were several students who felt at home, taking their bowl of curry laksa or plate of char koay teow, and tourists, who were not fully recovered from their amazement at the availability of such Malaysian food. There were also rarities like fried Hakka pork (Kiu Nyuk), Hakka being the "guest' wandering tribe in China driven to settle mostly in southern Chinese mainland provinces by historical events before many Hakkas formed part of the Chinese emigration to Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia from the 18th century onwards. These Hakkas then created the now well known Hakka Chicken rice while settled in south-east Asia (just like "chop suey" was dished up in California and does not exist in China).

There is another Sambal Kampung outlet in nearby Edgewater Boulevarde in Melbourne's Maribyrnong and Wellington Parade in East Melbourne.

Taste: Worthwhile for selected dishes

Location: Chinatown vibes

People Engagement: Helpful and with no fuss

Service: Quick and friendly

Best Time to Visit: 2pm to 5pm

My Fav Dish Experienced: Roti prata with wholesome chicken curry

Would I Return? : Maybe, to try the sambal prawns, satay, rendang and the lobak rolls!

Glebe Village, Sydney CBD

Tucked away at the south side of Sydney CBD is the enclave of Glebe, all at once bohemian, buzzing, cosmopolitan and diverse. You have the choice of water views from Blackwattle and Rozelle Bays, shopping at the nearby and busy Broadway centre, quaint calmness in hidden lanes, Paddington styled terraces, non-mainstream bookshops, weekend markets, lifestyle produce and products, cafes, diverse dining options, bicycle friendly paths, music gigs, bricked roads, backpacker gathering holes, blue collar perspectives and student life. Beyond Glebe, within a five kilometre radius, you have access to other tribal places like Surry Hills, Darlinghurst and Newtown; commerce in ethnic hubs like Spanish Liverpool Street, Italian Leichhardt, Chinatown and Thaitown; choices in public transport like trams, trains and water taxis; tourist centres like Darling Harbour and the Sydney Fish Markets; work offices down George Street; university lifestyles from Sydney, Notre Dame and UTS; and across Sydney's major bridge links to Balmain and the lower North Shore. Sydney's greyhound racing is held nearby at the Wentworth Park - I recall that as I had some of CPA examinations held on site at the Park.

Glebe is best explored by walking, cycling or scootering. It is a place where rewards await those brave enough and with sufficient time to go off the proverbial main road. You will find the reconstructed Szu Yap Temple amidst the brick walls and urbane trees on a lane adjoining the lower slopes of Glebe Point Road. Along the way, you notice several cafe-style and dining outlets, some expensive, some community-friendly, others best for brunch or to while the weekend away. There are hidden gems in heritage mansions like the Bidura, Lyndhurst and the Bellevue - the Bidura was the home of architect and Glebe personality Edmund Blackett. The place was a land grant to the chaplain of the British First Fleet, Reverend Richard Johnson, hence the name "Glebe", which means a plot of land belonging or yielding profit to an English parish church or an
ecclesiastical office.

Above, I stumbled upon a still delightful way of selling ice cream and cooling delights for a summer's like day. At the Saturday Glebe Markets, a young lady carried on non-chalantly in front of the yellow coloured box, waiting for the customers, in the middle of the maze of stalls, performers and displays. Across the main road, one can be taken aback by funky and unusual offerings like the signs on the bar below. In Glebe, I am reminded of aspects of Sydney's Newtown on my most recent trip there, but here we have a slightly different feel, its very own character I must say and perhaps in a more organised way.

Glebe is not just for the visitor. For residents, it may encapsulate the best of what Sydney has to offer, except for beaches and surf. The Toxteh, Nude at the YHA, Nag's Head and Friend in Hand

are popular watering holes, although catering to different demographics. The village atmosphere is illustrated by the Glebe Street Fair, held on the third Sunday of each November, and month long celebrations over crafted teapots and Shakespeare. Never mind that the skyscrapers of the Big Smoke are only a ten minute walk or bus ride away, people do know each other as if they are back in the Tamar Valley in Tassie or in Bundanoon in the NSW Southern Highlands. Hockey, dragon boat racing, dance sessions and stand-up comedy are part of the activity routine. Jubilee Park has a different view of the ANZAC Bridge for the non-motorist. Delis, bakeries and fruit/veg suppliers retain a refuge for those returning every work day from the corporate and street life of most Sydney city centre dwellers.

You can find Nepalese, Thai, Indian, modern Australian, Malaysian, Japanese, Chinese, Greek, Italian, Mexican, Turkish, Lebanese and Vietnamese varieties of cuisine on offer in Glebe. Cafes like the Blackwattle Cafe, San Churro, the Cafe Bariloche, Saffo, Hernandez Coffee Dean, Badde Manors and the Clipper's Cafe provide various levels of ambiance, style and moods. I came across names like the Flying Fajista Sistas and Na Zdrowie.

The weekly Glebe markets are worth an exploration. There is a public-brave and presentable child who does modern dancing for you as part of his busking routine at the Glebe Point Road entrance. I found bamboo casings for IPhones (image above) and the most tasty and imaginative vegetarian salads (picture below).

In the scheme of the ordinary, and perhaps more manufactured artificiality, unique and crafted produce shall continue to be valued. Ingredients may be there a plenty, but in the end it is what you shape and present that counts. The human contribution of creativity and care makes it all worthwhile, and it is the thought that grows and blossoms that is significant.

The best representations of two cultures, the didgeridoo (above) and teapots (below) can be seen amidst the tightly packed stalls at the Glebe Markets.

Old and new, memories of yesterday and the routine of today, history and reality are all echoed in the images below and above. A question arises with the picture above - did the Busy Bee precede Wai Sing? Why was a paste-up job done for such a public display? A Spanish tapas business has now superseded Wai Sing at these premises, but cleverly decided not to tamper further with this wall. Below picture reminds me of a Saturday morning lifestyle, atypical of the Australian scene - family and mates will always be important, but when will the hard copy newspapers go and everyone is receiving the news on a mobile device instead?

Sandstone, brick, terracotta and multi-cantered windows do stand out in today's lifestyle. They remind us of a regimented past, which underlay the basis of today's freedoms, choice and thinking. They provide continuity, pride and curiosity to all who find increasing value in such materials and designs. Some may be of the view that they may not have suited the Sydney climate but was what the British settlers knew best and were comfortable with. The increasing multi-cultural nature of Australian society today has also emphasised harmony and use of local and indigenous, and this is all part of the maturing evolution of building culture.

The Valhalla, the Glebe Public School, Saint Scholistica's, the Wireless House in Foley Park and the Glebe Railway Viaduct are illustrative examples of the Glebe architectural heritage preserved and appreciated of colonial days.

Clipper Cafe, Glebe - Sydney

Is the ultimate choice of a regular cafe in its coffee, food or ambiance? I reckon it's the people, especially the first person to greet you and take your requests; the fellow customers, they way they dress up or down; and the extra touches people make you feel at home. It can be a busy morning, as when I was there on a Saturday, and yet the staff made me feel as if I was the only customer. My cappuccino (image above) came out as soon as they could, even if I knew there was a backlog of customer requests. I had the same person attend to me and my experience and this is much appreciated. He had an easy and genuine smile, even if he was busy, and the smile shone in his calm and bright eyes.

The internal decor makes a child stare in wonder and asks questions. Why is that bicycle hanging on the wall? Whose creative art pieces are being displayed? At times it feels like in a gingerbread cottage, at others like in a bohemian community. There are many twenty-somethings and choices for seating, from sofas to high chairs and pavement tables. The maritime theme can be felt. The weather forecast is lovingly drawn in chalk. Food and drinks are prepared behind a partition, and yet one with a window. If you look the other way, you can immerse in the street life that is Glebe, not far from the intersection with Broadway and Parramatta Roads. And yes, Ben & Jerry's ice cream in small tubs are also available from the cafe fridge.

Much thought had gone into creating my breakfast choice above. Savoury was complemented by the texture of bread, and a range of sensations was provided for taste, including those from a twist of the lemon slice, the green of asparagus and the fresh yolk of egg. My palate was taken both to the rich senses of the sea and the whiff of the farm.

The Clipper Cafe is open everyday from 6am to 6pm. My overall impressions of the Cafe are:

Atmosphere: Feels like home, cosmopolitan and yet as in a village

Taste: Above expectations

Location: Trendy and at the centre of the buzz

People Engagement: Superb, especially from the totally shaven-headed cool guy

Service: Welcoming and with a smile

Best Time To Visit: Early morning.

My Fav Dish Experienced: Salmon sitting on bed of Avocado Paste over toast, accompanied by asparagus spears and two poached eggs (picture above)

Would I Return?: Can't wait.