I’m a big — no, HUGE — fan of pies and pasties. So, being as that my travel buddy and I were in Sydney a couple of months ago, I just HAD to try the famous Harry’s Cafe de Wheels.
After navigating through Google maps, I decided on the Ultimo St. location since I figured it was closest to our hostel at the corner of George and Pitt streets.
We then went off on foot on a rainy Sydney morning, and after walking for what.felt.like.forever (hungerrr is what it was), we came to THIS corner pie shop.
That’s my dorky brother, Shugo, and travel buddy, KC.
Where the fuck was Harry’s???? I didn’t walk 20 minutes on a rainy day for no Harry’s!
Apparently, Harry’s goes by the name of Hannah’s too. WUTDAHELL.
Nobody told me I was dealing with a hermaphrodite pie shop!!
Anyhow, I was too starved by then to care about Harry or Hannah and just ordered the most LOADED Pastie & Peas on the menu. *wild boar mode*
Why, hello there. Welcome to my stomach.
It wasn’t as great as I expected (I tend to be unreasonable when I get too excited), but it was quite good and filling considering my ravenous appetite.
Not content with just something savory, I had to chase it down with something sweet (but of course).
And then came the largest single Custard Tart I’ve ever eaten. Gourmands represent!
The citron notes added just the right amount of tartness (pun unintended) to offset the sweet custard. THIS is how custard pies should be made. Heaven on the lips, pounds on the hips.
My stomach was screaming for a break, but I wasn’t nearly done just yet.
We were heading back to our hostel on George St., passing by Capitol Square, when lo and behold, something caught my one working eye!
HARRYYYYY’S!!!! I could’ve screamed like a shameless fanatic right then and there, but chose not to for fear of puking all the peas I just scarfed down.
I had a cold, but nothing could get between me and my love for (eating) pies.
By this time, I was well aware of how painful of a let-down the famous pies actually were, but I just had to order ‘Harry’s Tiger’ (lean meat pie + mashed potatoes + mushy peas + gravy) and force my gut to surrender to the gluttony — if only for the novelty of it all. So sue me. I’m pie-crazy.
Like the Pasties & Peas I had earlier, the ‘Tiger’ was good, but not exceptional.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s every bit as delicious as it looks, but I’ve tasted better. Blame it on Sovereign Hill’s Hope Bakery, where some of the BEST meat pies in Australia are baked fresh every day. I would go to Ballarat just for those pies. Heaaaaaven.
As I bid goodby to Harry’s, I promised I’d find my way back to Haymarket and have one more ‘farewell pie’ before leaving Sydney.
Sadly, I never did.
Maybe another time.