Come for dinner Thursday night? I’ll make beef pie.
Excellent. I’ll bring the wine.
So was the text exchange between us and one of our oldest friends last week. Those who have been reading for long will know him as ‘Chef’ from our shared trip to El Bulli (five years on and it’s still one of those ‘pinch me, did that really happen?’ moments). He’s also now the proud owner of Sly; one of Sydney’s best cafes- a spot where the coffee is sublime and they make some of the best toasted sandwiches in this hemisphere.
At the time of messaging spring had technically sprung, but we were still courting the closing days …