Candy Cafe – The Ultimate Hangover Cure On Bourke
Before we can head off to our favourite hole-in-the-wall breakfast spot we find it helps to dress in homeless person attire. Queen L usually takes the cake with her highly inventive outfits.
If you follow the bum in the pink hat you’ll eventually arrive at a saviour of a place called Candy Cafe 780 Bourke Street. Although this isn’t technically in Surry Hills its located towards the nicer end of Redfern and serves breakfast all day! Don’t be fooled by its incredibly outdated exterior this place has the cheapest breakfasts I’ve seen in Surry Hills yet and the food is pretty damn tasty too!
If you don’t believe me about how cheap it is just take a look at the breakfast menu. Free range eggs done however you like, bacon, roast tomato on sour dough is not even $10!
Pretty much every Saturday & Sunday we sit on a table out the front looking like a bunch of hideous pale corpses. Do be warned there is a male waiter there who loves picking out the hungover people from the rest of the patrons and he’ll usually say something like “shit you girls are so hungover hey!” or “Oohh I think someone had a big night last night” – I think he deserves a prize for picking up that we’re severely on edge or still slightly drunk because obviously most regular people couldn’t tell from the pictures of health below.
I ordered the bacon, eggs, tomato combo minus the toast with a side of mushrooms and avo. If you are eating bread (can you believe I’m actually sticking to this whole paleo thing!) then I suggest you order an extra slice of toast as these meals only come with one piece of toast and if you’re anything like me its nice to have enough bread to soak up your eggs (it’s unlikely that they will charge you extra for this).
Bernie also got the bacon, eggs and tomato on sourdough combo plus hash browns and a whole bottle of BBQ sauce. She won’t admit to you she has a problem.
After we bid Candy farewell (the lovely asian woman who owns Candy Cafe) we decided to head to Moore Park to soak up some sun.
Frost Fruits are also another hangover essential!
Unfortunately none of us were up for having balls in our face, especially Queen L who could have scared the fairly cute footballers off with just one glance. By this time of the day she looked like a mix between a scarecrow and a carrot – hot!
We managed to wonder home relatively unscathed from the night before, nursing only a slight head aches and a BBQ sauce stain on Lady B’s dress. We though it would be best to leave the homeless looking redhead where she belongs – on the nature strip.