Napoli in Bocca, Haberfield - Sydney

The  Calamari Ripieni was carefully packed with other seafood mince and came out beautifully on the mouth. Even if I have a current aversion to overwhelming gravies of tomato, I accepted the Napoletana gravy well as it blended well with the taste of seafood. This was a good accompaniment to our Messina beer.

I have been to this restaurant several times - it is just a stone's throw from the main set of lights in Haberfield's junction of Ramsay and Dalhousie Streets. 

We had arrived ten minutes early and were told that Bocca opens at noon. We came back dutifully but were led to the worst table for two, beside a door that indicated toilet.  The place was otherwise relatively empty when we sat down. The veal was tough and chewy. We ordered three dishes between the two of us and even if we said we were sharing, one of the mains did not come with a serving spoon. 

I had inadvertently left a small bag of fresh aromatic bread when we left. When  I came back for it, I went to our lunch table but the chubby waiter, upon seeing me, exercised his discretion and was not very helpful, asked me to wait in a haughty tone, flinching a level of his ignorance and just shouted to another staff at the counter - the pizza guy - for the bag, instead of speaking to me directly to collect it accordingly.  In silence, , i walked over to another part of the venue and tHe pizza guy sheepishly gave me my bag of breads.

At that very moment, I thought of my resident villages of Italian cuisine in Fairy Meadow, Balgownie and Wollongong  - and the lovely Australians of southern Italian heritage there do not behave in this peculiar way.  I also felt to return to Carlton's Lygon Street.  In balance, I must note that the other wait staff were rather nice, including those who took our food and drink orders, cleared the plates and asked if we wanted to consider dessert.

The highlight of our Sunday lunch was the rucola - really fresh and rather sweet tasting large rocket with a subtle dash of thinly sliced Parmesan cheese, seedless olives, balsamic ooze and virgin olive oil.  We could eat them with an easy abandon and nurture our bodies with greens that are as meant to be consumed, without artificiality but with the quality of enhancing dressing and produce of the Earth as natural as they can be. At under AUD10, it was an optimal entree. 

The veal (Vitello Funghi) as one of the mains was disappointing meat wise.  Biting into them sent sensations of toughness and rubbery fears. Redeeming features were the white wine cooked sauce with a touch of cream  and the delightful potato pieces. We were glad that we had a non-tomato base for this. The lunch menu at Napoli in Bocca was not varied if you did not want pasta or pizza - and we had thought of getting something away from the chicken and fish.

The Grind Espresso Bar and Cafe, Surf Road, Cronulla - Sydney

Andy had been singing the praises of this cafe and I had to try it. Located on a side lane parallel to the main pedestrian mall in Cronulla in Sydney's south-east, it has a width of two shop fronts and faces the low rise single garages for units across the narrow roadway.  One can say it has a partly hidden location, but two streets away is the mall. The place may first look cluttered but there is a method to the buzz. The staff are cheerful on the morning the three of us dropped by. The lady who took our orders had a busy commencement in the cafe since that Saturday dawn, but she still had  the wit to say she is working "on the grind" around mid-morning. There is a sheen of brown about the decor, interrupted by graceful lights and unusual punctuations - I love the Ciry Rail time table board that lists the type of coffee available instead of suburban rail stations.

The coffee is wholesome, flavourful and makes me want to return. Chairs can be low or high, in disparate combos that reflect more of Sydney's Newtown or Melbourne's Chapel Street.  We can be shoulder to shoulder, or maybe thigh to thigh at times, but everyone seems to relish in their cuppa, especially when the sky is so blue outside.  The coffee has character but so has the place and delivery.  Snacks are practical and easy.  I felt as if I was in a fete and the village had all turned up to have a communal addiction fulfilled.

If there is such a thing as a regular gathering hole for coffee, mates and community, the Grind does measure up. It has the atmosphere of a place where you can meet up with new or old mates, bring the family or just have a quiet moment from the cares of the world.  The Grind seems to be a stop in the schedule of the customers. We went there after a breakky meal in another part of Cronulla.  We naturally joined in the liveliness of the place.  I did not notice if wifi was provided, but I reckoned not - and it was not necessary at all.  Would I return - yes at the next opportunity!

Sakura Sushi, Corrimal Street - Wollongong CBD

Very compact, this sushi delight is run by a young crowd from China, but they do a good job in recreating the small bar atmosphere beside a narrow lane as one can recall when going off the main path in most Japanese cities and villages.  The town this time is Wollongong CBD, off the beaten track along the food strip that is Corrimal Street.  There must be only like seven tables but every time Wills organises for me to go join him there, the tables are quickly filled up by twenty somethings and a m ostly non-Asian cohort. Wills and I love the sake there, maybe more of Wills but I find this relaxing and get into a mellow mood by the time the meals come - especially when Howard joins us as well.

There are perhaps two main menu options at Sakura Sushi - the hot stuff and the cold raw cuts of seafood.

I love both, and although I have patronised this place several times, I did not try the piping hot udon noodle soup until during my most recent visit.  They do not have ramen but the udon was tasty and warming on a rather unexpected cold evening in Wollongong CBD.  I appreciated the quality of this stock offered.  Howard and Wills called for the beef and tofu combination in a hot pot (picture below).

The sushi platter had a fresh oomph on the palate, with generous tender moist cuts of tuna, salmon, cucumber, all ready to be savoured with a choice of mayonnaise, soya sauce and the hot green stuff that can only be taken in tiny bits and dissolved first - the wasabi.  Always accompanied by vinegared rice shari, sushi does come in many forms now, especially when exported in practice away from Japan - I like the California rolls, mango rolls and spicy shrimp rolls, although my favourites remain the Unagi (or teriyaki roasted freshwater eel), the Ikura Gunkan-Maki (sea urchin eggs) and the Toro (fatty tuna belly).  Such selections can also be best accompanied by ocha or green tea.  In Sukara Sushi, there is no kaiten zushi or sushi train, but servings come on flat wooden boards that also add character, presentation and style.  My group of three later adjourned to the nearby Bars on Legs, opened a few months now up a staircase nearby Samara's and opposite the road from the Harp Hotel.

The Alley Break Cafe, Kingsway, Cronulla Beach - Sydney

When people are willing to queue and wait patiently for a seat, you do have something special.  Especially in the early morning. Surfers, babies on prams, cyclists, mates from other suburbs.  This is a cafe with competition from others nearby.  The sun is shining early and the bay is particularly Aussie blue. After luckily finding a car space nearby to park, the three of us stood on the rather clean pavements with a high degree of anticipation - and we were well rewarded.  We did not even have to wait for more than 15 minutes and we did not book ahead.  Every table and every seat was taken up, inside or outside.   Alley Break is sited in the right place or offers good menu choices or both.  The day has begun but it looks like the cafe has commenced even earlier on this April Saturday.

The scrambled eggs are fresh and lively. I loved my acai smoothie, not heavy and not dilute, but just right, with a juicy undertone and good texture.  Fellow breakfast goers are friendly, engrossed in conversation and digging into the food with an earnest zest. The energy of the customers seem to ooze into the place, with staff attentive and quick on their feet.   The young couple seated next to us were kind enough to let us share their pepper and salt shakers.

The Alley Break exemplifies the Shire of Sutherland, with iconic symbols of lifestyle, demographics and scenery that separates the Shire from other parts of greater Sydney.  I felt like being on the Gold Coast at certain moments, but without the unwanted commercialism and touristy traps that exudes through Brisvegas. With a high residential profile, organised retail outlets and a sense of community, Cronulla can provide a model for many developing beach towns in Australia.  The stereotype of the healthy Australian - surfer, fitness body and a cheeky smile - can still be seen in Cronulla.

With a view of the Promenade and bordering Dunningham Park, it is good to get there early.  The cashier attending to my group was a down to earth gentlemen from perhaps the old school with a hint of a country town touch.  People do move on after having their share of relaxation at the cafe, so I reckon it is worth to check it out even on busy days.

There can be increasing competition in coffee outlets and produce in the Cronulla area, especially clustering around the Mall area. Alley Break's prices are moderate.  Things can get real busy, as it did on my recent visit, but even when I did not insist, a female staff member took initiative to provide me a more comfortable chair.  The next time I am there, I must try the sourdoughs and also continue to take their juice offerings.

Above photo is a snapshot of my breakky choice that day - lots of spinach, a wholesome cut of avocado, a yummy portion of salmon and two fresh organic eggs.   This was a peculiar choice without sourdough, toast or the usual grain breads.  Outside, North Cronulla Beach beckons.

Temasek Singapore Restaurant, George Street, Parramatta - Western Sydney

Smooth and tender, a whole chicken is soaked in cooking stock, the chef conscious of delicateness and flavours that infuse the meat with skin on, before it is sliced for serving, with condiments made from ginger, sweet black soy and chili.

Joseph Chan did it again - organise a group of us to have a sit down dinner at Temasek, one of the most enduring places in the Sydney region to continue to provide  Malaysian and Singaporean fare and cuisine all these past 30 years.  This time we had eleven diners ( due to one apology, who was not feeling well) and the round table was graced by people from various origins - South Africa, the Philippines, Malaysia, etc. I was seated between my dear elderly aunt Laura and Greg from Castlehill.  The place was as expected abuzz with many other diners, with a sprinkling of Caucasian families and groups, all intent to delve into the fare found abundantly in the food courts, cafes and streets of Singapore and Malaysian conurbations.

Grilled chicken satay sticks are served with sliced bits of pineapple, cucumber and onions.  The true test of this street food dish is the quality of the accompanying peanut-based gravy.

My best nominations this time at Temasek were for the Hainan chicken rice and the grilled satay skewers (photos above).  It is true that the chicken stock flavoured rice has now come to represent Singapore's national dish, even if it originated amongst immigrants to the Kelang Valley, Penang, Kinta Valley and Singapore from Hainan island in the 19th century. Immigration to then British colonial Malaya (with the current Malaysian peninsular in political union then with the island of Singapore) meant a segmentation of trades and business to ensure that everyone  of the various races earned a livelihood. It is said that the Hainanese immigrants arrived too late for the tin mining rush - and that a strong understanding of niche specialisation arrangements already taken up by the Chinese immigrants from other provinces in southern China meant that the Hainan arrivals had to revert to commercial cooking.  I notice there is no such segmentation in modern day Australia, or is there?  These Hainanese arrivals turned out to have a forte with cookery and food outlets - and created the Hainan chicken dish now of legend in south-east Asia.

Fluffy and light roti, which are best dipped with a light and dilute curry and obviously of Indian origin.

 That evening I did find the Malaysian styled creamy chicken curry was a tad over salty and lacked the spiciness that I had hoped for.   I noticed that the sambal spinach (kangkong) was plainer than I wanted.  Have these dishes been modified for mainstream diners in multicultural Parramatta?
Tomato cuts stir fried with egg omelette may not be a Malaysian idea, but more of a Fujian concept, raised to extra tastiness using Australian sourced ingredients. The beef rendang is Malaysia's national dish and also available from Temasek.  What I enjoyed was the or chen, or oysters stir fried with omelette - a rich dish health-wise but Temasek has found the right level in serving this dish that is neither too creamy nor too burnt. Best picked up by chopsticks, the oyster  mix should melt in the mouth and release a hint of fresh seafood.

Beef rendang, normally more dry curry paste back in Malaysia.

For dessert, we had the opportunity to sample the red tortoise (ang koo), a snack normally reserved to celebrate the birth of a male infant or mark a special joyous occasion.  Bite sized, the red looking round cakes contain mashed and cooked mung bean paste inside, whilst glutinous rice flour is utilised to make the outer skin.  This Straits Chinese specialty is hardly made by many these days and was such a special treat.  The food of Malaysia and Singapore, as you can see now, comes from a fusion of cooking styles that synchronise with migration and history.

Nothing like smoked tea to down the oils and spices away.

Songkran or the Thai New Year, 14 April 2013

Glutinous rice flour dough with a sweet inside, all put in cupcake holders.

Chic Malaysian inspired chicken satay skewers full of yummy marinade cooked on an Aussie grill.

The ingredients used in the making of papaya salad som tum - fine texture, crunchy bite and a chilli kick!

Two woks going - bubbling for deep fried stuff

Traditional Thai musical instruments laid out on a red carpet before the festivities began.

Cantonese sausage cuts, fish cake slices and thin rice noodles are assembled before they are thrown on to a hot wok and stir fried just before serving customers the hot and tasty char koay teow from Penang Island.

Lemon grass, curry leaves, paw paw and ginger plants - take home stuff for your garden.

Pre-freezed satay skewers taken out to thaw before grilling - and the other half of the equation is how one makes the peanut infused sauce.

A delicate stage in making fresh dessert, replete with banana leaf wrappers.

The trappings and colours of a Buddhist festive day held in bushland in Leumeah, south-west of Sydney city centre and over 45km north of Wollongong.

The importance of fresh and aromatic vegetables, herbs and sprouts cannot be underestimated in Thailand, Indo-China and Burma.

Cool and sweet desserts wait for unpacking and serving on a Sunday that hit 32 degrees Celsius in the Campbelltown Shire.

Still going strong, crunchy and bubbly, four hours into the fete.

I just loved the sight of cherry tomatoes placed carefully next to limes and shredded yam bean.

I did not try the Karma tea, but fresh coconut flesh strips are always welcome on a rather summery hot afternoon anywhere, whether in Australia or Thailand.  Also hence the practice of social and informal water throwing through use of  water guns or buckets, all in jest and fun, for the festival which occurs in the southern hemisphere autumn but originates during a confronting dry season in Thailand.

All fresh and ready at 9am!

The roti parata, of south Indian origin, but ubiquitous throughout  South-east Asia and popular breakfast or supper choice of backpackers and students.

Surry Hills - Sydney, NSW

Surry Hills lies over sloping topography just outside the Chinatown, Paddington and Redfern districts of the southern side of Sydney CBD.  Just as young Aussies first have overseas stints in Bali or Phuket, Surry Hills is one of those lifestyle hubs that attract  twenty somethings from outside the city when they need to relocate because of a job, love, music or commuting necessity.

The suburb offers heritage and old terrace constructions, innovative concept cafes and restaurants, plus the accessibility to a night lifestyle.

There is, as usual, a price for all this - higher rents, not suburban building conditions, lack of street parking and a Big Smoke atmosphere.  The other side of the coin can balance out any perceived disadvantages for the resident - lanes with character, some greenery away from the George Street profile, choice of transport, like-minded networks and proximity of big city events and venues.

Designer and retro clothing, fabrics, furniture and collectibles definitely add to the tone from the retail outlets. At the same time, this chic and why not perspective echo in the wardrobe of its residents.

There are markets on the first Saturday of each month on the Shannon Reserve.  Pets are more than welcome and pooches feature prominently in the Surry Hills Festival held at Prince Alfred Park on the last weekend of each October.

There is  a melange of various cultures, food and lifestyles as echoing the relative liberty of the Australian demographic, legislative and social landscape.  If Sydney is seen as cosmopolitan and varied by the world, then Surry Hills is a good representation of this image and reality.

The cycling sub culture is strong as well as the recycling mindset.  Surry Hill denizens may not exude the blonde surfer look one anticipates at nearby Bondi, but they do go out and head for the sun and water on summery days.  The importance of the pub gathering is accentuated when people live in smaller spaces and that means the penchant to go out for good, emerging and radical gigs.

Would outsiders view Surry Hills as having a component of transients - professional, artistic or migrant - as opposed to the core group that truly call the precinct home? The place is steeped in history, that bordered by Elizabeth, , Cleveland, South Dowling, Chalmers and Oxford Streets.

Foveaux Street is named in honour of Joseph, who received a land grant and who named the place after Surrey in the UK.  Originally an essentially working class suburb focusing on the rag trade, Surry Hills would witness the gentrification of its residents before changes to the current population mix.

A fascinating feature of the Surry Hills area for many years was the presence and operation of the steam trams until 1961.  Most of the architecture today still remains Victorian.  The number of well established churches is also above average for a Sydney suburb.

Eating experiences of note can be found at Four Ate Five ( recommended are the juices, pulled pork sandwiches and coffee);  Spice I Am ( basil and garlic deep fried fish, papaya salads and the pad thai stir fry noodles are must trys); the Cricketers Arms Hotel ( offering a mix of informal Mexican and modern Aussie fare); and the Black Penny along Bourke Street (for cocktails).

Everyone else seems to running towards Porteno, Madam Nhu's, Marque, Longrain and Tio's.  A gem may be discovered at the Bangbang for an interpretation of UK food at reasonable prices, a cosy atmosphere and something like lightly crumbed fish fillet doused with aioli on sourdough, or the Wagyu beef burger.

Window shoppers may want to spend time in Somedays for Swedish design clothes, the Spring Court for shoes, the Zoo Emporium, Holy Kitsch!, Pop Shop, Paper2 and Music Film Books.

Is Surry Hills an oasis in the modern dry landscape of the Big Smoke of Sydney?  It houses the Australian headquarters of Readers Digest Publications and has a scattering of business offices, but it also offers couples and families a semblance of true suburban routine and feel.  We walked around the park and surprisingly found young families. So Surry Hills is not just occupied by the perceived stereotypes of DINKS, SINKS and single party goer types.  Trees are allowed to grow old. It may serve as the prototype of a model suburb which has charisma and character despite being so near to central city opportunities and challenges.