King Street south is generally known for traffic jams, Bollywood, used furniture and junk “antiques” shops. Oh, and that brothel that, curiously, has three small mounds of rock salt on the footpath outside the entrance. On the food-side of things it almost appears to be a culinary wasteland. Ordinary Thai places, African, faux Mexican and Middle Eastern etc etc … Until you scratch the surface or, in my case, happen to be a local and know where the good stuff is.
A combination of not having a car and being utterly lazy, the words “there’s nowhere decent to eat around here” are often thrown around in our household in reference to anything south of, say, Newtown Station. When you don’t want to work up a sweat walking from King St south beyond Newtown Station just for a meal, the pickings are slim. Well, for fuss-pots like us, anyway.
One of these slim-pickings is the popular Pastizzi Cafe. Popular with people on the run and popular with people willing to wait for a table to chow down on a crispy and flaky pastizzi, strong coffee, kanolli, home-style pasta or even baked rabbit.
The pasta here is delicious and generous. Fettuccine, ravioli, penne, gnocchi … all come with a variety of tasty sauces from your traditional carbonara to Italian sausage to orgasmic and artery-clogging four cheeses. And their panna cotta is pretty damn special.
Business is going so well here, in fact, that expansion is underway. Apparently they’re working on more floor space out the back. Great idea, but will the kitchen cope? Time will tell. Personally I think they should put tables out in the little park next door on the corner of King and Alice: candle light, fairy lights in the trees. Lovely.