This lunch is laden with memories. Like the corners of my mind. Misty water-coloured memories.
When I was small we'd drive down to Sydney in the holidays. It was a long drive full of anticipation and wonder at what lay ahead.
We'd go shopping in the city. In the city people! And every time, every single time, we'd have lunch at a little cafe that adjoined Centrepoint Tower and David Jones. And every single time I would enjoy the toasted chicken and cheese sandwiches. With salt and pepper.
That cafe is no longer there, which is a real shame because they made awesome chicken and cheese sandwiches. And if my memory serves me correctly, they had bacon sarnies too, and they were pretty rad too.
From me to you, I highly recommend them. On wholemeal. And of course a smidgen of butter.