What’s Good in the Hood
Back to contentsBLUE MOUNTAINS
A couple of hours drive from Sydney and a world away in environs, the Blue Mountains has always held a certain allure.
And not just for the lush, fern-filled gullies, sweeping plateaus, craggy cliff faces and low-hanging, occasionally blinding mist that makes you feel like you’re standing by on a Nordic noir film. Or the naturalist, free-form hippy energy it attracts.
It’s also, thanks to some exciting new restaurant additions and the proud maintenance of a few much-loved stalwarts, a pretty wonderful place to eat. On the precipice of a bit of a boom, the upper mountains are starting to enjoy the kind of attention they’ve always deserved.
Pack your hiking sandals, your waterproof ponchos, and a healthy attitude to multiple lunches. Here’s what’s Good in the Blue Mountains Hood.

Myffy and the Three Sisters.
LEURA GARAGE
The French dip sambo has made its way up the mountains and found a home in this old garage-cum-casual diner, set at the top of Leura village. Flattened spanners, wrenches and other fix-it paraphernalia are set into the polished concrete floors, local honey and apple juice are on display at the front of the restaurant, and on the plate is a sandwich of epic, drippy proportions, available at lunchtime only.

Lunch at Leura Garage? Check.
We’re talking about a chewy hoagie roll lined with melted cheese, stuffed with shavings of roast beef with a side of horseradish cream and a little bowl of beef broth for dipping. It’s a two napkin job, and possibly even a two-person job with a side order of crunchy polenta chips.

The mountainous French Dip sandwich.
ATES
Say it with us: Artesshhhh. The pronunciation of this hearth restaurant might be hard to wrap your mouth around (try pretending you have a mouth full of live bees when you say it), but the cooking certainly isn’t. The old woodfired bakery oven is reignited at this much-loved restaurant property, once home to chef Philip Searle’s legendary fine diner Vulcans. It’s still run on the same principles of spare presentation belying smart technique, only with slightly different flavour profiles thanks to chefs Will Cowan-Lunn (ex Rockpool and Rockpool Bar & Grill) and Max Forbes-Mackinnon (ex-Porteno).

Chef Will Cowper-Lunn at Ates.
Here you’ll find a tasting menu that might range from anchovies on buttered toast to potato chips with radish halves and wood-fired focaccia with house-made jersey milk ricotta. Blushing slices of Jack’s Creek sirloin slow roasted in the woodfire and finished on the hibachi are served with harissa, salsa verde, creamed spinach and a squeeze of lemon. Word on the street is Blackheath natural winemakers Frankly This Wine Is Made By Bob are opening a bar across the street in the new year, too.

Jack’s Creek Sirloin – part of the Ates tasting menu.
MOUNTAIN CULTURE
The best craft beer in the country (or at least NSW) can be found in an old Video Ezy shop in Katoomba. Yes, it’s true. The brainchild of American-born craft brewer DJ McCready and his Aussie journalist wife Harriet, this is some of the softest, purest tasting beer around. It’s also the Blue Mountains’ very first brew pub, with excellent American-style burgers (there’s a weekly special but our money, and mouths, are on the OG – beef patty, tomato, lettuce, cheese, onion and house-made pickles on a super-soft bun).

An OG Burger and a beer. It’s a yes from us.
Can’t decide what to drink? We’d suggest a bit of everything. Get a tasting paddle and settle out on the deck to observe that infamous four-seasons-in-one-day Katoomba weather.

Myffy getting cultured with Mountain Culture’s DJ McCready.
BOOTLEGGER

Cocktails and BBQ? Absolutely.
There is no shortage of pubs in these here mountains, but craft cocktail bars? Few and far between. In fact, this might be the only one. Here’s Bootlegger – a Katoomba newbie, not just bringing the noise with their mezcal negronis and extra-smoky penicillin cocktails but also with their American style barbecue.
Check that soft, yielding Rangers Valley black onyx beef cheek and heavily rubbed brisket, both served with coleslaw, pickles and corn and a range of house-made sauces. It’ll have to be a return trip for the brisket burger and a whisky flight up on their brand new rooftop/courtyard, just in time for summer.

BBQ brisket and beef cheek with all the trimmings.
YELLOW DELI
True, it’s a cafe owned and run by Twelve Tribes – a fundamentalist religious sect started in the US in the 1970s – but the sandwich work at this Katoomba Street mainstay is exceptional. There’s the classic reuben on rye bread with corned beef, sauerkraut, swiss cheese, mayo and mustard. And then there’s the ‘deli lamb’ – a lamb sandwich (when we asked what cut of lamb it was, our richly-bearded server flatly told us ‘deli lamb’ – we didn’t push it) on a wholemeal roll with onions, lettuce, tomato and cucumber dressed with honey garlic sauce. Cult-status sandwiches? Undoubtedly.

The infamous Yellow Deli – cult sandwiches. Literally.

The Deli Lamb.
CEDAR KEBAB
Speak to anyone worth their salt in hospitality up in the mountains and they’ll point you to Josh Ireland’s kebab shop. Not too long ago, the former private chef of the Rolling Stones and U2 packed in road life in search of something quieter, moving his young family to the Blue Mountains. On the outside, it’s nothing flash, just an old kebab shop (he even kept the same name) halfway down Katoomba Street.
But back of house, there’s something pretty exceptional going on from the crunchy house-made falafels to a dizzying list of sauces and pickles to go on a beef kebab worth hopping the country train for. Ireland refuses to open on weekends or at night and there’s a queue a mile long at lunch. Worth it.

Beef kebab – turns out you can get satisfaction.

When the Rolling Stone’s personal chef rolls into town and opens a kebab shop. Winning.
HOMINY
A mainstay of Katoomba street since 1998 (and before that, Blackheath), Hominy is the bakery that brought sourdough to the Blue Mountains, and it’s still a must for their baked goods. It’s all about patience when it comes to the process of baking here – at the ripe age of 18 years, their sourdough starter is old enough to vote. It takes days to create the fine layers of puff pastry used for their chunky beef pie, made to Vulcans chef Philip Searle’s original recipe, the tomato-rich gravy perfumed with star anise.

Road trip pies are always a good idea.
Many of the ingredients in the cakes, pies and pasties are grown locally, made with time and care. Highlights include the flourless orange cake, individual bread and butter puddings and, of course, that sourdough with its bittersweet tang.

Good things come to those who bake.