By George - she's got it!
May 10th 2006 03:36
Sydney’s a big place. Sure, if you’re a suburbanite who doesn’t live close to the CBD you’re used to travelling. Typically, Australians have a greater sense of space than, say, our Pommie counterparts – driving an hour for lunch is not excessive. In England, this would take you two counties away. They will ask if you would like to stay the night, since you’ve come cross country.
Then again at least the Poms come to Australia (in droves). Europeans don’t bother because it’s just too far away. New Zealand is the real loser here. Or maybe that’s because it wouldn’t be worth going to New Zealand if it was a ten minute walk.
Australia Sydney-siders have the greatest sense of space after the rurals (you nearest neighbour is a half hour drive away) – it’s the largest city by area and population.
And we are not so cosmopolitan that we need everything to come to us. That’s why the inner west is such a gift. It’s the logical meeting point between North West and Inner West. Especially if you’re on the Northern line you’ve got a short ride up to Burwood or Strathfield to compromise with anyone living between there and the city.
And although it’s very much a local secret, Burwood is no hole. Just like Parramatta, it has developed considerably in recent years.
Shopping? Check. Not a lot of boutiques but enough chains to keep you busy – this is one well-stocked Westfield.
Movies? Check.
Accessible by train? Check. (Inner West, Western Line, Northern Line)
Food? Check.
What more do you want?
Old school diner café with neon and big servings?
CHECK!
It’s called George’s Café, at 122 Burwood Rd, Burwood.
And I like a place with booths. The menu goes on for miles – any whim, any craving, any fancy seems able to be indulged – though their specialities are café favourites: sandwiches, burgers, melts and pasta. And it’s CHEAP and liberal with chips and salad.
It’s just down the main drag from the station and while it has no outdoor seating, I don’t see why you’d want to wreck the illusion of retrostepping into a 1960s diner. Okay it’s not as kitsch and kosher as Johnny Rockets, but they found that people weren’t prepared to pay exorbitant prices for burgers and milkshakes when the jukebox was extra. They couldn’t pull the wool over Australian eyes, no siree, we knew the Fonz and the Pink Ladies were perpetually skint and THEY still went to milkbars. So Johnny Rockets in Australia is no more.
What’s the next best thing? Booths and pink neon!!!
I can’t speak highly enough of pink neon. It always reminds me of Tom-the-Tool Cruise in Cocktail. Which by the way has the greatest tagline:
When he pours, he reigns.
GENIUS!
Go there with a big group on a Sunday afternoon or mid-week and feel like the coolest gang in the hood, pile your table up with the remnants of excess and milkshakes galore – it’s about fries, cream and too many plates!
Plus you really do feel cool walking the streets of Burwood. *snigger*.
(the following joke has NOTHING to do with George’s Café. Honest. Don’t sue me.)
A guy sits down in a Cafe' and asks for the hot chili. The waitress says, "The guy next to you got the last bowl."
So, he gets a cup of coffee. Then he sees that the guy next to him has finished his meal, but the chili bowl is still full. He says, "Are you going to eat that?"
The other guy says, "No. You can have it."
The guy takes it and starts to eat it. When he gets about half way down, he sees a dead mouse in it, and he pukes the chili back into the bowl.
The other guy says, "That's about as far as I got, too."
Then again at least the Poms come to Australia (in droves). Europeans don’t bother because it’s just too far away. New Zealand is the real loser here. Or maybe that’s because it wouldn’t be worth going to New Zealand if it was a ten minute walk.
Australia Sydney-siders have the greatest sense of space after the rurals (you nearest neighbour is a half hour drive away) – it’s the largest city by area and population.
And we are not so cosmopolitan that we need everything to come to us. That’s why the inner west is such a gift. It’s the logical meeting point between North West and Inner West. Especially if you’re on the Northern line you’ve got a short ride up to Burwood or Strathfield to compromise with anyone living between there and the city.
And although it’s very much a local secret, Burwood is no hole. Just like Parramatta, it has developed considerably in recent years.
Shopping? Check. Not a lot of boutiques but enough chains to keep you busy – this is one well-stocked Westfield.
Movies? Check.
Accessible by train? Check. (Inner West, Western Line, Northern Line)
Food? Check.
What more do you want?
Old school diner café with neon and big servings?
CHECK!
It’s called George’s Café, at 122 Burwood Rd, Burwood.
And I like a place with booths. The menu goes on for miles – any whim, any craving, any fancy seems able to be indulged – though their specialities are café favourites: sandwiches, burgers, melts and pasta. And it’s CHEAP and liberal with chips and salad.
It’s just down the main drag from the station and while it has no outdoor seating, I don’t see why you’d want to wreck the illusion of retrostepping into a 1960s diner. Okay it’s not as kitsch and kosher as Johnny Rockets, but they found that people weren’t prepared to pay exorbitant prices for burgers and milkshakes when the jukebox was extra. They couldn’t pull the wool over Australian eyes, no siree, we knew the Fonz and the Pink Ladies were perpetually skint and THEY still went to milkbars. So Johnny Rockets in Australia is no more.
What’s the next best thing? Booths and pink neon!!!
I can’t speak highly enough of pink neon. It always reminds me of Tom-the-Tool Cruise in Cocktail. Which by the way has the greatest tagline:
When he pours, he reigns.
GENIUS!
Go there with a big group on a Sunday afternoon or mid-week and feel like the coolest gang in the hood, pile your table up with the remnants of excess and milkshakes galore – it’s about fries, cream and too many plates!
Plus you really do feel cool walking the streets of Burwood. *snigger*.
(the following joke has NOTHING to do with George’s Café. Honest. Don’t sue me.)
A guy sits down in a Cafe' and asks for the hot chili. The waitress says, "The guy next to you got the last bowl."
So, he gets a cup of coffee. Then he sees that the guy next to him has finished his meal, but the chili bowl is still full. He says, "Are you going to eat that?"
The other guy says, "No. You can have it."
The guy takes it and starts to eat it. When he gets about half way down, he sees a dead mouse in it, and he pukes the chili back into the bowl.
The other guy says, "That's about as far as I got, too."
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Comment by Lia
Nearly as bad as letting someone eat half a bowl of mouse-ridden regurgitated chilli- and smirking the whole time.
(Although- entertaining post! Are the streets of Burwood really safe? Or was the 'bring a big group' line your subtle warning?)
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
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Fat Cult
Techbreak
Ah, Tom Cruise the Ultra-Chump... we can always laugh at his expense...
you spend a lot of time in the Inner West... I'm guessing that you have a boy-toy out there!
Comment by amy
Sadly Cibby, not a boy-toy, but am thinking of acquiring a toy-boy... =P
I thought I explained why I go to the Inner West - it's so midway between loads of places.
Lia,
I wrote a comment about vomiting but it appears to have disappeared... Maybe that techno-hiccup the other day.
*ummm*....
- Will warn in big red letters "PUKE STORY AHOY!"
- What if I post all about yawns? Will you be sympathetically yawning too? What if I post about my frustration with soul-destroying job? With you be sympathetic to THAT?
- Streets of Burwood: didn't mean to imply but now that you mention it... Statistically, don't be a boy walking around Burwood Park at night (no girl I know ever has) but it's not too dodgy around the station and cafes (such a settling influence on the world!).
- One more puke comment: ever seen one of those rides where carriages spin while going around a big ferris wheel? You should see the rings of spew on those... give Saturn a run for its money =P
*ewwwww*
Comment by Lia
Umm.. rides are evil. But I can handle rides. Mmm... contributing to society by not killing Tom Cruise. I like that.
Comment by Jimbo
Music Times
Comment by amy
Got any recommendations?