Darlinghurst

You will hear Love, Tilly Devine before you see it. The clamor that spills out of the obscenely popular, tightly packed hole-in-the-wall wine bar has its own particular, jubilant ring.

You can’t talk about breakfast in Sydney without mentioning Bills. The ricotta pancakes are, quite rightly, world-famous. At the outposts in London’s Notting Hill, across the ocean in Tokyo, and here, in Darlinghurst in Sydney, lines form for those perfect, warm, light-as-air stacks of lemony goodness. Everything at any Bill Grainger enterprise is excellent. The coffee is always warm; the eggs are softly scrambled; the greens are crunchy and fresh. Really, the only downside is that ever-present line on a Sunday morning, but for brunch at Bills, we’re willing to wait.