Stumbled upon this little gem entirely by accident while killing time on a Saturday waiting for shops to open. I felt like I was enjoying breakfast on the porch of a nice Spanish family’s home. My latte and open melt with jamon serrano were perfect — simple, delicious food. Would definitely come back for paella and empanadas(!) another time. Delightful, yo. And I’m not a morning person.
Stephen K.
Classificação do local: 2 Australia
Not sure if a view of Hillsong automatically puts one off their food but we went to this place with high expectations and were gently let down. The coffee was good but the ordered two ‘large’ flat whites came out as regulars, twice over, so that could not have been a mistake. My mushroom omelet was neat and tasty but also, small and mean. Serving portions fit for a lean sparrow on a bit of wood might look groovy but it did nothing to fill our stomachs. We had to back up with croissants when we got home. If the Danks Street precinct really wants to lay claim to being a foodies’ paradise, its cafes and restaurants have to abide by post GFC rule #1. That is, we, the people, demand to be fed…
Benjamin B.
Classificação do local: 5 Sydney, Australia
As one who takes to languages like marine life to an oil spill, I take great pleasure in being given the opportunity to roll off one of the 2 phrases I know in Spanish.(One of which later proved to be erroneous, but still…). Enter Bocata, purveyor of fine Spanish sandwiches with rustic-style baguette bread, where I can march up to the counter and demand, in my stuttering Iberian crap-cent, «uno bocadillo de ortilla de patatas por favor.» Is it gramatically correct? Who cares! Is it technically a menu option? Not really, but you can get it as a hot meal with aoli and bread and just straight up build your own. Or sweet talk the wonderful owners and I’m sure they’ll look after you.