I admit, I was a bad friend. I dragged C & L out to a part of their fair city that they did not get out to much. I was intent on dining and drinking at the Local Taphouse in Darlinghurst. We were all running late, and an executive decision was made to pop into a place before we reached the Taphouse. Thanks to the fantabulous suggestion of C, we ended up at Betty’s Soup Kitchen.
I love that Betty’s looks so homely and welcoming – instantly. I didn’t have to worry about whether or not I was underdressed and instantly felt at home. The menu is not haute fare, but this was a plus. I remarked that a lot of the food on the menu reminded me of my childhood in England. The waiters are quite kooky, but lovely. When we ordered our food, we were given some bread and butter to share. Doesn’t it look rustic?
C chose the vegie shepherd’s pie, I the meat one, L had spag bol, and T was the only one who had the fabled soup. Here’s a photo of my shepherd’s pie. I’m sorry the photos are so dark. Unusually, instead of the piped-on baked mash, there are ice cream scoops!
T had the beef goulash soup, which he gobbled up very, very quickly. It’s a bit of a mess because our waiter was awesome and carried three large plates simultaneously.
Three of us were persuaded to have dessert, giggle. C & T had bread and butter pudding, and I had plum and peach crumble. T said he could easily have another serve of the pudding – he seemed to very much enjoy it.
I hate custard and was sceptical about peaches and plums together…but it was delicious. To the last drop of custard!
Please open a branch of this place in Melbourne! Eternal thanks to C for leading us all to this cozy little eatery.
I’ll definitely go back to Betty’s. Loved my bolognese, like the best homemade stuff, besides my Mum’s 😛 And the waiters were awesomely lovely and kooky 😀
Yeah, it was comforting home-style food, wasn’t it? I really do wish we had more such places in Melbourne. I definitely wouldn’t have found this place if it weren’t for the suggestion of the friendly locals 😀
I’ve been to Betty’s twice in my visits to Sydney. Love the place. Rustic and kooky. A welcome change to a strip now becoming all too plastic and homogeneous. Geddit?
@Ryan yeah, it’s not a particularly nice area, and was definitely an oasis of sorts in a very soulless area.
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