Penrith at times feels like living on the sun,but it’s a hard-working place filled with hard-working people.
The melting pot of Cabramatta is much more than the vast array of exotic eating options.
Between the wine bars and fancy restaurants,Surry Hills still holds relics from a time before chilled reds and roasted artichokes,if you know where to look.
There’s a challenge for anyone around Leichhardt in summer – get the local lead-footed ice-cream van to stop.
The intermingling of old and new,rich and poor makes Redfern a place with true community spirit,seen in footy followers and market goers alike.
With Double Bay,you’ve got to lean into the stereotype - it’s the only way it works.
West Ryde is the centre of our universe,but there’s no such thing as a leisurely jog through the streets.
Tiny Bundeena,in the Royal National Park,feels more like a small country town than a Sydney suburb.
While Bondi rescues thousands from boredom each summer,my street is where the real party is at.
Wolli Creek can be easily dismissed as a concrete jungle,but the quiet suburb boasts a hatted restaurant and water views.
Summer Hill is an absurd little pocket of Sydney that offers an old-school feeling of safety and community alongside gluten-free dumplings and a fantastic wine list.