The Everest Kitchen, Marrickville

One of my favourite activities, like all kids these days, is travelling. And whilst travelling to Bali and getting drunk under the full moon on a beach and waking up the next morning with a cracking headache has its merits, I’m talking of the kind of travel where you throw caution to the wind, don’t look back over your shoulder and head to the great unknown – the countries with few westerners, even fewer english speakers and lots of weird and wonderful experiences.

Having had a recent spate of itchy feet for a good old travel abroad, stymied somewhat by my depressing annual leave and bank balances, I grabbed a dining friend and off we set, towards the setting sun, to the Everest Kitchen in Marrickville.

For a Saturday night, the atmosphere was worryingly subdued, but nevertheless, we were seated in the nicely Nepalese-themed restaurant. Once again, the mistake was made in nominating me as the designated dish chooser, which due to my excitement in trying new things invariably results in gross over-ordering.

We kicked off the night with an entree of six buffalo momo ($9). We’d demolished half by the time I remembered I was in the business of blogging. They looked fairly gyoza-like although were steamed, not fried. Having only had momo once previously, many years ago in the cultural epicentre that was early 2000s Brisbane, I had a different image in my head of a palm-sized circular, taller, very meaty dumpling, but what we ate at Everest Kitchen wasn’t bad. The filling was tasty, and went well with the cooling coriander-y dipping sauce, although I can’t say that the flavour of the buffalo was particularly striking. The pastry had a sufficiently chewy texture, though.

Mo' momo

Mo’ momo

We also had the potato cake ($7), which although fairly standard, was demolished before I had a chance to photograph.

For the mains, we went with a gargantuan plate of Everest grilled lamb ($18). Majority of the pile of lamb was very tender (although there were a couple of grissly pieces that involved animalistic chewing somewhat reminiscent of Homer Simpson wrestling a pork chop – you know what I’m talking about:

Hey, that's my pork chop

Hey, that’s my pork chop

Nevertheless, the lamb had a nice grill-y flavour and was a very generous serve. I’m not exactly sure what was so Everest-y about it, though. And guys – if you’re going to go with the side salad, don’t pull it from some container that’s been sitting around, drowning in dressing for the last 8 hours. The slightly spicy, almost capsicum-y sauce to the left was a nice accompaniment.

Everest lamb

Everest lamb

As if that wasn’t enough, I had spotted the table next to us scoffing down a platter of several dishes ($23). We clearly had to get this


Traditional Nepalese dinner set

Traditional Nepalese dinner set

I felt it was a pretty decent representative sample. Clockwise from the suspicious greeny liquid to the back – a dhal which was disappointingly underwhelming, although which had a nice texture in that you could still tell the lentils existed. Then, pappadums – pretty hard to stuff those up. The forest green veg was next – I think these were mustard leaves and as anyone who knows what hell my parents inflicted on me throughout my childhood with their incessant love of mustard plant…I’m not a huge fan. They were cooked well, though, retaining their crunchy texture. Next up, a red plate of a pickly chutney of some sort. I was expecting it to be a little punchier, but it had great flavour. There was a cooling yoghurt next – nothing too exciting, but was a nice contrast. Then a very tender chicken curry with a decent serving of the meat – this was probably my favourite of the plate. Last up, a bamboo curry, which was actually pretty good. Not particularly hot, but retained the nice flavour and texture of bamboo shoots.

That was about all we could fit in and with satisfied stomachs, we rolled ourselves out the door and into the night. The Everest Kitchen was nice, homely, had good service and the food was quite good, if not a little patchy in some areas – but hey, doesn’t that all add to the charm?

The Everest Kitchen
314 Victoria Road, Marrickville

Food: 6/10
Drinks: a can of lift is hard to mess up, although they did have a couple of lassis available
Atmosphere: 7/10 – a nice, non-tacky selection of photos, prayer flags and other Nepalese ornaments
Recommend it? I actually think it’d be a cool place to grab a bunch of friends and have a bit of a birthday feast. It’s not too expensive, the look of the place is nice, the service is good. The food is generally pretty good, though not outrageously overwhelming.


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Kozy Korean, Sydney

Last year I went snowboarding over in Japan for a few weeks. And whilst the snow was epic, and the people were epic and the cute little vending machines were epic and trying to say “I need the strongest prescription painkillers you have for my agonising back” based on year 10 Japanese was…hilarious, and the cold was…cold, I have to say that one of my best memories from the trip was discovering this hidden Korean BBQ joint that a friend told us about. The whole concept was fantastic – I mean, it was great that it was an all-in eat and drink-fest, but it had these cool little ordering machines where you type in a number and then 5 minutes later a new plate of meat magically appeared. And it tasted bloody good as well.

Anyway, I massively digress. The point is, my universal love of Korean BBQ was reignited a few weeks ago when a friend and I visited Kozy Korean in Sydney. Now, I work down the end of town that has approximately 48 Korean BBQs per square inch, and the couple that are super well-known also bring with them a 45 minute wait. We decided to take a total stab in the dark and check out the Kozy. The restaurant looked a little sparse at first, but after taking comfort in the couple of tables of Koreans already there, the restaurant soon filled.

I think we both resigned ourselves to the fact that there would be no shame in terms of just how much we would eat. We just piled in. We decided on a bit (a lot) of pork, a bit of beef, a HUGE kimchi pancake and a kimchi pork stew-type dish. We also ordered what I like to call “mystery drink”. Ok, it was actually Soju, and sort of tasted like slightly weaker vodka – but it was definitely an acquired taste.  I have to admit that I’ve been outrageously busy studying for a couple of exams so I may or may not have forgotten some of the specific details…

Not long after our table’s BBQ was lit, the food started coming. First, the fixins – kimchi (of course), crunchy little beansprouts, radish, potato/carrot.

Bite-sized delights

And then the meat – pork belly and marinated beef.

And that was about half of it…

And then more beef:


And then the biggest Kimchi pancake I’ve ever seen:

Kimchi pancake

In my excitement over…cooking my own food…I forgot to take a photo of a delicious stewed pork and kimchi dish – the pork was falling-of-the-bone tender with a tiny bit of spice – very comforting.

Basically, it was all delicious. The cuts of meat weren’t the most tender, but the pork and one of the beef dishes were nicely marinated. And the novelty of cooking my own meat on my own little BBQ in front of me never wears off. The kimchi pancake was different to the usual hum-drum shallot pancake and I thought it was interesting and tasty. I don’t know exactly how much kimchi was in there – it wasn’t an overly strong taste though. And too big for the both of us to finish.

Look, it’s not a place for a first date (do you really want to know that he or she has the ability to stuff down a kilogram of meat in one sitting that early on in the relationship?). But it’s a cool place to go with a bunch of friends, have a few cheap beers, a few plates of meat, a bit of cooking, a lot of laughter and a good little night.

Kozy Korean BBQ
7 Wilmot St, Sydney NSW 2000

Food? 5/10
Drinks? 6/10 – there were a few Korean items I’d never heard of, plus about 6 different sorts of Soju (for us, it was more a …point and see…when we picked ours)
Atmosphere? 5/10

Poco’s Cantina, Randwick

Mexican. Or more correctly, Tex-Mexican. Is there anything better? The answer is a resounding, compounding, not-astounding no. I freakin’ love Mexican. Which made it all the more epic when my dining friend and I went to check out Poco’s Cantina in Randwick last week.

The menu is brief – all of the usual suspects are there – enchiladas, tacos, burritos, fajitas, nachos, chilli. With every new dish, my drool intensified. Not five minutes after we were seated, a cute little container or corn chips and salsa were plonked in front of us. The salsa was in a chip bowl – epic. Tacky, but epic. Observe:

Chip bowls make everything great

We started off with a couple of bevvies – a corona, of course and a very well priced ($8 or so?) margarita for me. Even though there were a decent number of people in the restaurant, our drinks came quickly and were delicious. The drinks menu isn’t particular out there or wildly impressive, but it goes with the chill, simple, no frills idea of the restaurant.

Margarita time! (and a half-demolished chip bowl)

There were some fantastic looking buffalo wings as a menu entree – but focused we were, we went straight for the big guys. For mains, DF went for chicken enchiladas ($19) and I went for my typical choice – the choice by which I judge all Mexican restaurants – the beef burrito ($21.50).


The enchiladas were huge! Two packed enchiladas, topped with a mild (yes, DF is the world’s biggest heat wimp) tomato sauce, tasty rice and a side of beans. Little black beans would have been better – they kind of tasted very obviously of “canned goods” but other than that, DF gave a nice big thumbs up.


So my burrito was incredible. Tasty, super tender shredded beef, beans and cheese in a massive tortilla. Rice, sour cream, guac and salsa on the site. Sufficiently spicy; not overkill. So flavoursome and such a generous serving. I like the concept of having it all in the burrito, all in one, but then I guess this way skips the issue that I once faced – ALL of the super spicy chili down one end of the burrito, which I injested in one, big, painful, teary bite. Anyway – I’ll be coming back for this burrito again.

The cool thing about Poco’s Cantina is that it has no frills. Look anywhere – literally, there are none. And it doesn’t try to be fancy. They serve their chips in a plastic container. Their menu is in a plastic folder. The waiters are these young surfy kids. It’s brilliant!

Being my birthday, we decided to take a quick visit down the road to this cool little cafe called Kurtosh. It’s a cafe based on this Hungarian “donut” called “Kurtoskalacs” (you know the ones, wrapped around a wooden mold and baked in that funky looking machine, dusted with cinnamon / sugar). Kurtosh also has a few counters filled with these massive slabs of cake – chocolate cake, cheese cake, nutty cakes, teacakes, blondies, poppy seed cakes – you name it – that you buy by the gram. We went for 100 grams ($4), which gets you a very nicely appropriately sized piece, of a berry cheesecake. Thick, rich and very cheesy, it was let down slightly by its non-biscuit-based crust (the best of all bases), but was delicious nonetheless. We also went for a very chocolate-y chocolate ball (no rum, unfortunately!), for $2.50. If richness could be defined by a small dessert, then this chocolate ball would be that definition. It wasn’t complex, it wasn’t mysterious… it was chocolate, and it was good.

Cheesecake and chocolate

We went to:

Poco’s Cantina
52 St Paul’s St,
Randwick NSW 2031

Food? 7/10
Drinks? 6/10
Ambience? 6/10
Recommend it? Yes, for a relaxed “cantina” dinner. The food and drinks were cheap and delicious – grab a few friends, sit around a bigger table at the back and have a good ol’ night.

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20 St Paul’s St,
Randwick NSW 2031

Food Society, Darlinghurst

Foodgasm: the sensation of dining at Darlinghurst’s Food Society. I’m sure there’s a dictionary out there that says that. Here is a slightly belated post about a foodie wonderland of deliciousness that my dining friend and I experienced a couple of weeks ago.

A brief cop-out: the photos are truly awful. I’ve yet to work out how to straddle the mix between taking quality photos of food in low light, and being that asshole diner that feels the need to disrupt everyone else by using that blinding flash every time a new dish comes out.

Anyway, the Food Society menu is Eastern European. But not in that heavy, stodgy, I need to be a 150kg angry man with a moustache to handle this. It’s almost a modern take on what you’d think Eastern European food should be.

We started our evening, arriving about 8 minutes early. Just to throw in a line of generalisations here, I think our waiter must have been German as his predisposition to precision timing meant that we weren’t actually allowed to go to our table yet (…it was unoccupied) – but with an impressive looking wall of spirits, liqueurs and strange liquids, we were happy to oblige and sit down at the bar.

I started off with the signature Apple Pie cocktail ($15) (…as apparently every food blogger has) while my dining friend went with a healthy litre of Czech’s finest lager. The cocktail was delicious, and actually tasted like a (well spiked) apple pie, right down to the little pie crust crumblets around the rim of the glass.

I spy half drunk apple pie

Moving to our table, I’d heard mention several times of the cauliflower entrée ($11). I won’t lie and say that a plate of cauliflower sounds particularly appetising to me, but the masses don’t lie, so we went ahead and ordered. I immediately took back my initial scepticism as we were soon presented with a large plate (pretty sure there was actually a whole cauliflower on that thing!) of super crisp, gently fried, red wine vinegar-y, spiced cauliflower intertwined with various bits of parsley and watercress.  Inside was tender, outside was flavourful and crisp. In some spots, the balsamic was a little strong (that sort of breathy shudder that you get when you really eat something tangy), but it was hot, perfectly seasoned and all round delicious. And despite the mass of food we had, getting nervous that we’d grossly overordered, it actually wasn’t heavy or stodgy.

Spiced cauliflower

The mains were set on the table not too long after. DF ordered the lamb ($26), while I went for their modern interpretation of a goulash. If I could eat that lamb every day for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy chappy. Falling off the bone and juicy as hell, a decent serving (…photo may or may not be after our first helping) of lamb rack topped an almost ratatouille (minus the watery soupy stuff) of potato, tomato and eggplant, slightly spicy, well seasoned and perfectly complimentary to the lamb. The lamb itself wasn’t too flavoured – as if the concentration was on the development of the flavours of the meat through the slow roasting process, but it sure as hell went well with the veg! DF complained that it was too spicy; I explained that this was because he is a wimp.

Twice cooked lamb

The goulash ($28) was far different to what I had expected – the traditional hearty soup variety. A large earthenware-esque bowl came out, generously filled with sweetly roasted veg, crisp snow peas, a kind of gluggy polenta and the most tender beef cheeks you could imagine, topped with a pouring of a very tasty gravy at the table. I mean, at the end of the day it wasn’t an outrageously impressive dish, save for those beef cheeks. All of the components were fine and it was a very hearty, comforting dish. But it didn’t have that jaw drop sort of moment where you take the first bite and the world seems to stop. There was almost a slight disconnect between the various ingredients  – especially with the carrots and the snow peas. It sort of just felt that they didn’t belong with this big, hearty, beefy, carby meal….but then again, maybe that’s the modern take.

Goulash of the modern age

That said, all-round, I was very impressed. The service was very attentive, the food was truly delicious and pretty generous as far as inner-city Sydney restaurants go and a great night. The restaurant has a great ambience – dim lighting, a cute little candle on your table, a rustic interior, with chattering tables nearby – can you really go wrong?

Food Society
Lower ground floor, 91 Riley Street
Darlinghurst NSW 2010

Food? 8/10
Drinks? 8/10
Ambience? 9/10
Recommend it? Absolutely – hearty food, good service, nice atmosphere, delicious drinks, reasonably priced – why not?!

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Silverbean Cafe, Enmore

In an effort to calm the rage that was bubbling after having to pick up my recently purchased bike for the 4th time from repairs, and also bribe my dining friend to drive me to said bike shop, I decided that a nice, hearty brunch was in order for what was also a wild and woolly Saturday morning.

Strolling untrodden streets (well, untrodden for me, anyway), we spotted a funky looking eatery across the road – Silverbean. I’m fairly big on the old tattoo, so having a distinctly old school tattoo-ish sign on the window was definitely a drawcard. Not so much for my friend – “ew, why would you tarnish pure skin with crappy drawings?” – but that’s a story for another day and another blog.


Anyway. Silverbean. You know how you see someone and you automatically conjure this idea in your head of how that person would be? I do. For some reason, whenever I see people dressed in that sort of “pin up” style, with the short fringe and the tattoos on the arms, my brain bizarrely tells me that they will be mean and rude. For the waiters at Silverbean, I apologise for any misconception my brain generated. The staff were open and warm and friendly and welcoming. So much for pre-first impressions!

Silverbean boasts a sort of old school, southern American drawling slang feel. Imagine this hot Louisiana afternoon, the mozzies buzzing, the crocs snapping….Old tables with those metal foot rests, pictures of guitars, cool old-looking cabinets and a feeling that the staff are really into the whole mindset of it all.

I started off with a…wait for it…chai ($4). It was great. Not too sweet, nice and strong. I hear they brew it themselves and they should definitely be commended for it.


DF had a caramel milkshake (I think it was $5) and it was mindblowing. As mindblowing as any good milkshake can be. But seriously, it was really good. Unlike the normal sickly sweet caramel, this one was a sort of butterscotch-y – I want to say “burnt” but don’t want to leave the image of bitter – it was a very well rounded, full, butterscotch-y, delicious milkshake. AND the cutest addition, a little jug of the excess milkshake on the side – perfect. As one of my first revisits to caramel after a South American-induced dulce de leche coma, it was a nice re-entry to the market.

Caramel milkshake heaven

Meal-wise, DF went for the incredibly reasonably priced “Croc Monster” ($10). A large and delicious ham and cheese toastie with an abundant supply of cheese (not necessarily a bad thing!), a fried egg and a nicely dressed side salad. DF said the ham was very flavourful and the egg was perfectly cooked.


My brunch was a crunchy toastedbreakfast burrito ($12), filled with incredibly tender lamb, chunky avocado, black beans, cheese and a nice dollop of sour cream on the side. The flavours were really very nice. It seemed like a lot of care had been taken in pairing various ingredients together. The cheese was melty, the salad was crisp, the burrito was crunch and the beans had a slight kickand the tenderness of the lamb showed the length of time it had spent in the cooker.

Epic lamb breakfast burrito

Overall, it was such a pleasant experience. The staff were so friendly and efficient and welcoming. The food really tasted like care had been put into it, the prices were incredibly reasonable. When you think of food from the South, I seem to think of these heavy, carby, often fried and just BIG meals. But here, you still get that nourishing “soul” feel about it, it’s just that there’s a bit of freshness and modern-ness involved. You get these great flavours, but still feel like you can actually walk afterwards. They also had a great selection of little muffins and cupcakes and some of the specials of the day (including corn bread) made me wish I had a second (or fourth) stomach. I’ll certainly be back.

99 Enmore Road
Enmore  NSW 2024

Food: 8/10
Drinks: 9/10
Atmosphere: 9/10
Recommend? Absolutely, for a nourishing, warm, welcoming brunch on lazy morning

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