Set in Concrete

I love the fact that outdoor dining is such a regular experience here in Sydney. The weekend comes around and a brunch of freshly squeezed orange juice, Eggs Benedict and coffee is just calling out to you. Much as I try to go for other options, as I check the menu, my eyes always seem to gravitate towards the Eggs Benedict. We’re only a few weeks away from Winter here but still the weather is lovely and warm. Saturday morning was so sunny that there was no question about going out for brunch. We had no prior engagements, in fact we had no engagements at all this Saturday which is very rare of late.We had a big night on Friday in the Bavarian Bier Cafe after work and so hangover food was called for. We headed to Concrete in Pyrmont for some recovery food. This café has been there for years but it is new to us. Even though we have cycled passed it every morning on our way to work we had not ventured there to eat until a few weeks ago when we met up with J’s brother and his family. On that occasion I had the Italian fried eggs (just to be different) and they were excellent.
Eggs Benedict and a prefect Latte


This place is within walking distance of where we live and so we wandered down with Teddy in tow. We picked up the weekend newspapers and had the most relaxing few hours eating our eggs , drinking coffees and watching the world go by.
Teddy's hiding place

This is an excellent café with simple, well made food. The staff provided very good service. They were very smiley and chatty to everyone. I think we got slightly preferential treatment as the waitress fell in love with Teddy and spent most of the time under our table patting and chatting with him. We will now be adding this lovely relaxed café to our list of breakfast spots.
scenes from the cafe
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3 Comments:
I am the same, I always go for the eggs benedict. I think it's because I am so hopeless at making them myself.
Phwoar!!! Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon?! Two of my faves combined... why do I not think of these things myself?!
Jen I agree. I can never get the Hollandaise Sauce right.
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