For example, I don’t think $20/kg for beef mince is acceptable; but then I guess I don’t really appreciate the cow’s heritage and upbringing as much as some others might – especially if it’s just for a quick bolognaise. But there must be a market for it, otherwise it wouldn’t be around.
The market for Bills can be somewhat mind-blowing too. With set-ups in Surry Hills, Darlinghurst, Woollahra and even cities in Japan, it seems the addictive nature of a Bills breakfast has a global appeal and acceptance – especially if the Sunday morning queues at Woollahra are anything to go by.
This particular Sunday morning sees the courtyard bright and airy, with sunshine in one covetable corner. It’s outdoor heaters for the others and for those in the queue, it’s no more than being warmed by the notion that you’re a step closer as tables slowly clear to be filled by the masses in front of you in queue.
|Hot chocolate made with Callebaut chocolate from Bills, Queen Street, Woollahra|
|Sweet corn fritters, roast tomato, spinach and bacon|
|Scrambled organic eggs and mushrooms with sourdough toast|
The pillowy soft, creamy eggs are still wet on top, perfect for sliding down or almost spreading on the thick slices of toasted sourdough bread. With a bit of salt and pepper, and the dark earthiness of the mushrooms, it’s an unexpectedly large meal and not even a ‘big breakfast’.
|Ricotta hotcakes, fresh strawberries and honeycomb butter|