Fleur has an exam today at Sydney Uni so the driver is spending another enjoyable morning in Newtown, noodling on the computer and enjoying the eggs benedict at Urban Bites. Firm whites with luxurious yolks served on an open-faced muffin with rocket and just the right amount of not-too-salty Hollandaise. Magic. The rocket is the perfect finishing touch, so simple but soooo effective.
When I arrived at 8.30, there’s just one other table on the terrace: it’s sunny but still in the shade and chilly. My food arrived quickly and I’m still here at almost 11 a.m. No one’s asked me if I want another coffee since I finished the first one two hours ago, which suits me — there are plenty of attentive staff whose eye I could catch if I wanted one. I like the low key service. And it’s getting busy. The 65-seat courtyard is almost full of students and Saturday-paper readers. In the corner table 38 is enjoying the first bottle of white of the day. Good on ‘em.
The sun’s out and it’s a beautiful Newtown day.







