Cafes | lollcakes

My chiropractor told me that my body doesn’t like change. Despite me insisting that I love change and that change is good, she says my body doesn’t share my joy and likes to let me know it. I’ve always believed that because I had a lot of change in my childhood I enjoy it (and actually crave it), but being given this news made me ponder. And guess what I have deduced on my very own? I don’t like change!

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s always fantastic getting new things and seeing new places, but I seem to naturally resist big changes initially. On the plus side, having the memory of a goldfish allows me to adapt to things very quickly. So even if something changes, it only takes week or two and I’m feeling like it’s been that way forever.

“Why on earth is she telling us this?” you ask? Well, I started a new job on Monday. “And why is she telling us that?” you ask? Well, the job has longer hours at the moment, and I haven’t had a chance to get in the Pig Palace kitchen and cook anything because ‘my body is resisting’ and I am almost as tired as a hippo on a marathon. So, to make up for not cooking anything blog-worthy this week, I would like to share with you the most wonderful bakery/café that I found just down the road from where my new office is.

the Harbour bridge, in the diiiiiiistance...

The Rocks is a beautiful area of Sydney that is nestled against the Harbour Bridge. It is a tourist mecca, for obvious reasons, and despite that it is a wonderful spot to work in. According to The Rocks Website, the area encompasses the past, present and future. The Indigenous Cadigal people inhabited the rocky headland and surrounding shoreline for thousands of years. Then in 1788, Australia’s first European settlers-British convicts and their overseers-claimed the land and built their camp atop the sandstone cliffs.
The Rocks eventually grew from an open-air gaol into a vibrant port community. Its colourful history-filled with tales of ‘shanghaied’ sailors, rough gangs, and gritty life-can still be traced in the many surviving buildings from the last two centuries. But today the renovated former warehouses, sailors’ homes, and dens of iniquity house a unique mixture of fine restaurants, one-of-a-kind shops, and galleries showcasing both established and emerging talent.

The Bakers Oven café is situated at the end of George Street. It has a huge selection of fresh slices and Turkish delight in the window, and a spectacular display of muffins inside. This week alone I have had three muffins, three slices and two sandwiches. I am addicted to baked goods! The owner works alongside the staff, and everyone seems genuinely pleased to be working there. When I asked for permission to take a photo of the muffins, the owner was more than happy to agree. (Although I think she’s used to all the tourists taking photos by now…)

fresh slices in the window

I have had my fair share of slices and muffins in my time, but the Baker’s oven café’s are the best yet. My banana muffin this morning almost had me attacked by a seagull it was so good (again, I blame the tourists. DO NOT FEED THE BIRDS!) and the slice I took home to Frank had him silent for almost 10 minutes! The chocolate muffins are packed with chocolate chips, and the staff is always willing to warm them up for you without having to ask.

tasty muffins

The sandwich I ordered today was packed with veggies and made on the most delicious Turkish bread. Popped in the toaster, it was filled with melted cheesy goodness, and even managed to make me full. (A hard thing to do, I eat a lot) I decided to only eat half the hazelnut slice for dessert, but I had to try it as the owner recommended it as the best slice in the window. If you like hazelnuts, you’ll love this! It is packed with nuts and chocolate, and is the perfect ending to lunch. I rate the baked goods 10/10 lollcakes and will be popping in there at least 3 times a week…