Wednesday, 20 September 2006
Yesterday I had lunch at one of my favourite cafes in Surry Hills. I took just this one snap after all the tables had been cleared and my friend and I (look carefully and you can just spot us) were lingering over a cup of coffee before going back to clear the avalanche of emails that inevitably appears as soon as you leave your desk. I looked up and loved the mish-mash of colours in this tiny establishment where the woman owner/cook manages to conjure up the most reasonably priced, totally fresh, made from scratch French/European fare every day. We both had chicken- and-pork-stuffed yellow capsicum with polenta on the side.