The struggle is real when it comes to finding the best spot for a delicious breakfast in Sydney, you’ve got to wade through a sea of hungry ‘grammers, screaming children, and babycino purists that will put up a fight for prime position at one of Sydney’s best cafes. The struggle is oh so worth it, though, when you find a place like Harry’s in North Bondi. So after the dust settled and Winter set in, I headed back to Harry’s to check it was still awesome (spoiler alert: it is).
If you’re a sweet tooth or just enjoy a lighter breakfast, you will delight in the variety of treats on the menu for breakfast; namely the coconut chia pudding, a colourful mix of house-made cranberry granola, stone fruit and toasted coconut. It’s so pretty I almost resisted digging in (for all of five seconds). The result is a wonderful mix of crunch from the granola, creamy from the chia pudding, and a hint of tart from the cranberries and passionfruit sitting on top.
Naturally, I double breakfasted (don’t judge), y’know, to cover my bases. My wholehearted recommendation is that you’ve got to try your hand at the crispy rolled egg, a bright and creamy medley of braised black bean, chorizo, avocado, tomato, coriander and lime. Mixing it all together and ruining the beautiful presentation is worth it for the mix of flavours.
Remember when I said I double breakfasted? That was a lie. I tripled. The cider cured ocean trout was calling my name, and who would I be to ignore it? An jerk, that’s what. It was one hundred and forty seven per cent worth the food baby; with a coddled egg, avocado, shaved fennel, zucchini, ruby grapefruit and a piece of crusty toast, it was a party in my mouth and no-one else was invited (#soz).
For drinkies, I went for a simple coffee that definitely did not disappoint, it was rich and satisfying. I don’t know how else to describe it other than it was an excellent coffee. 10/10 would drink again. I didn’t dabble in it*, but my dining companion slurped down a lamington (!!) milkshake with more glee than Don’t Stop Believing.
Either way, it is a rite of passage to grab a pastry from the display and a takeaway coffee in one of Harrys’ signature blue cups before heading off to tell everyone who will listen about the epic Bondi breakfast you just had.
*Another lie. I had a few sips and it was nothing short of awesome. May even compose a haiku about it at some point in my life, stay tuned for that.
Image credit: Federica Portentoso