Stranded in the gastronomical wasteland that is West Gosford, with only the RSL Bistro, Maccas and KFC to eat, this is like discovering Tahiti and all it’s delights after months adrift at sea thinking hope had abandoned me. For six weeks this is where I got the only decent coffee in the area each morning. Many mornings we enjoyed a breakfast worthy of any of the best cafes in the big cities. Even Jimmy’s take-a-way lunches came in handy when I need to take one to work. But dinner!!! That was the surprise. No, it’s not a fancy restaurant and this isn’t fine dining so let’s not get carried away. This is a café by day, so it’s the same by night but with food to surprise. Leaning on Jame’s Italian heritage(yes, he introduced himself to me the evening I was there) the fare has some of that ethnic bent but it’s very much a fusion menu.