YOU can take the Northern Girl (that’s me) out of the northern hemisphere and plonk her firmly and squarely in the middle of Sydney, upside down and thousands of miles from home, and she’ll still yearn for pie, peas and gravy.
And that’s exactly what I got. My first meal in this welcoming, blue sky, crisp, clean, friendly city was eagerly grabbed from Harry’s Café de Wheels; a stop-by-and-be-tempted kiosk which has been frequented by the great and the good.
I know this, because their pictures were on the walls.
I was as giddy as a kipper. Not just about the pie for lunch (it was scrummy) but because I’d arrived in this city on the eastern coast of Australia just a couple of hours earlier and was excited to discover its secrets.