An eccentrically early Friday morning, the sun has barely risen. Easter Friday. It feels like the whole world hasn't woken up yet. It feels like a short distance on the map from the Central station, but man, it's quite a hike with bulky trolley suitcases rolling over cobbled pavements. It was surreal, as usual, whenever we travel distances to reach another city. We were in Sydney, drinking in every bit of that atmosphere. The sky looks like it was threatening to pour, drizzling a little as we go along. The body was yearning for coffee after an overnight train journey (note to self: you're probably not young enough, or at least, get rest before going on such a ride). Reuben Hills was right on the list that actually is highly raved, one of the rare ones that open on Easter Friday, and conveniently located somewhat near to the station.

Breakfast with a hot mocha and a broken omelette roll with fried shrimp and bacon jam is madly comforting and a warm welcome to Sydney, surprisingly also more than I can finish. It can get a bit cloying but in general, it is a very interesting combination with a savoury and sweet mix. Most people do head to Reuben Hills to try their coffees which involves their roasted beans which make really good gifts. I regret not getting some, but first I would need a coffee machine.