Some people say that if you want to know where Bondi locals hang out you need to steer clear of Campbell Parade. Perhaps there’s a little truth in that, but with a road that straddles our country’s most famous beach, you’ve got to expect a few out-of-towners.
Not all that far from the beach is one precinct that appears to attract the locals. Glenayr Avenue. A residential area with a fair share of eateries to dose-up on fresh juices, egg white omelettes, coconut milk beverages and açaí bowls.
2026 wouldn’t have it any other way.
A casual birthday get-together for the sister-in-law brought us to Bondi; in particular that bustling corner of Glenayr and Warners. Schlepping from the Junction to Jeds is a relatively painless 30 minute journey, but cooling down on arrival came first and foremost – in the form of cold drip, of course.
The digs are Bondi through and through. Surfboards up on the walls, fit bodies populating the tables and chilled beats wafting from the stereo.
The brunch menu was what we were here for – an ensemble of Central/South American-inspired plates that stand apart from the normal cafe staples.
The zapatista eggs (18) is all about texture and taste. Scrambled googs topped with crunchy corn tortilla strips, avocado, crumbled cheese and tiny amount of pickled cactus and white corn. There’s a charred green chilli to chomp into along the way, just to incase your tongue needs waking up.
Eggs & chorizo (18) is a classic combo and the specimen at Jeds is no slouch. A squeeze of fresh lime, a little paprika and tomato relish makes for a smashing scramble.
Food envy struck across the board when we all spotted the birthday girls BRT (10). A bit of a tasty bargain considering the size, and generously loaded with bacon, roquette, tomato and avocado. Beautiully spiced with chipotle alioli.
And then there’s this fellow that has more of a Japanese accent, rather than Hispanic. Eggs kurosawa (19.5). Another scrambled egg dish, this time topped with soft cubes of teriyaki tofu, a fan of avo, orange segment and nori. Lurking in the depths of the black clay bowl is a bed of warm quinoa, and all together, it’s like a warm hug from an obaasan.