Pancakes the kids ask for by name, coffee worth the early start, and a table with everyone's name on it. Bring the prams. Bring the dog.
Fluffy, syrup-drowned, the one they came for.
Everything on one plate. No regrets, only refills.
For the smallest regulars. Marshmallow included, obviously.
Your line about the Saturday crowd. The regulars who beat the rush, the dog that has its own water bowl by the door, the high chairs always ready.
Your second line. The colouring-in on the table, the staff who know the kids by name, the corner the prams always claim.
Our story →
Your first line. Who started it, why Saturdays matter most, the recipe that came from a kitchen table.
Your second line. What keeps the same families coming back, weekend after weekend, year after year.
Read our story →Your one line. The street, the sunny corner, the best time to beat the queue. Then tell them how to book and find you.
Your street address
Your suburb, NSW Your postcode
A one-line note. The corner to look for, where to park the pram.
Sat & Sun, your times
Weekday hours too
A one-line note on the quiet window, and the kitchen's last call.
Your phone
your@email.goes.here
Call for a table, message us for the big family bookings.
Your closing line. One sentence, warm and full of weekend. The kettle is already on.
Book your table