Our moving in day was, luckily, fairly stress free. So stress free in fact that before we’d even started unpacking we decided to have a wander around our new area to find somewhere to eat. We ended up at a little café called Piccolo Bar, which is definitely worthy of a post. It’s a family-owned place, and very, very kooky! We ordered our food – Dave had meatballs and I had roast beef and roasted vegetables (delicious) – and whilst waiting for it to arrive, watched the world go by. Various interesting characters passed through the café, all clearly locals. The couple sitting behind us were particularly suspicious – the guy got up half way through his meal to do what I can only imagine was selling drugs to the local pisshead – he clearly put a bag of weed in his pocket after their conversation!
It was only after we had been to Piccolo bar that I realised what a Kings Cross institution it is – I googled it. Apparently lots of famous people have passed through its doors and it features in many books about old Sydney. The man who first opened it – an immigrant Italian – still sits and vets every person who walks through the door; luckily, he wasn’t there the night we were!
Such an amazing little place and quite a lucky find. I think we’ll definitely be returning and hopefully we’ll become locals there too eventually.
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