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When the mushrooms run out at daybreak on a wintry Bondi morn, one can take solace in the knowledge that local stalwart "BIlls" will provide sustenance and shelter. Invigorated by the suggestion of breakfast mimosas, my hardy companions and I slunk into the refined surrounds of the Hall St location and tried not to perspire all over our table. First established in the early-nineties, it's apparent that Bills didn't subscribe to the Nirvana-inspired punk rock ethos of the period. Boasting multiple locations, the restaurants are well-appointed if a little ascetic, a lot like the wait staff if the truth be told. It's more Pacifico-Stockholm than 90's Seattle but I was hoping on this occasion for something more than meatballs and flatpacks, so to speak. Our attempts to coerce the waiter into serving champagne and orange at 7.45 AM were soundly rebuffed by the no-nonsense maître d' so we settled on scrambled eggs and green juices all round like scolded muntins. The steady hum of muted conversation and deft crockery handling served as a pleasant backdrop to the overcast vista south across Bondi. Some rare moments of adulthood envelop you like a warm, fluffy Bills pancake or, at least, we like to remember them that way. The wait for our food was just long enough for us to negotiate the last channel of our slanted, deltaic conversation. Purportedly, Vladimir Putin had been denied entry to Berghain during his tenure in the KGB as a foreign agent. In retribution, Putin had returned later on and defecated in the queue out the front of the club. Talk about controversially laying a cable into Europe! Such demented blathering did nothing to put us off our meal, in as disembodied a state as we each were. Say what you will about their acquiescence to archaic licensing laws and loose, millennial-style jean trends, Bills know how to cook the shit out of their scrambled eggs. I haven't fully partaken of the menu but the eggs and green juice have piqued my interest sufficiently to explore further in future. We tipped to account for our beastly presence and wandered out into the salty, moist air. We'd cleared the delta and it was time for us to each face the sea again alone.
Bill's is certainly quite unique and unlike other restaurants. It's set in a beautiful area right next to Bondi Beach. It's definitely worth going to and I loved it.
The ricotta hotcakes are the only thing I get when I go to Bills... they are hotcake perfection; fluffy, fat, and moist with chunks of ricotta through them. there is a slab of honeycomb butter on top and you get a jug of maple syrup on the side.. it also comes with a banana sliced which makes you feel like you’re eating something kind of healthy. The cafe looks nice and it wasn’t too busy around 8:10am.
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