One of the facets of Sydney I miss by not living the at the moment is the range of food options available. All over the city there are choices available from almost every part of the globe. And at lunch the range of food quality, decently priced, well cooked options is gobsmacking. You can eat crap if you must or dine like a King if you insist. Or you can settle for a giant bowl of really good seafood laksa for $15 by a mob by the name of Sassy's by Chinta Ria in the food court on the fifth floor of the Pitt Street shopping mall. This experience is nothing like the chicken noodle soup ... was it by Knor? ... of my adolescence. Not even in the same universe.
Where would we be without a Sydney laksa?
