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I once worked at a restaurant on a street neighbouring The Pie Tin in Newtown. Each morning my boss would ask me to order her coffee from “the nice new place just behind us” and each morning I would saunter through the back street to The Pie Tin, unbeknownst to what seasonal delights laid within. In my morning haze I’d yawn, order her piccolo latte and saunter back to work to begin a day of exciting administrative duties.

Months later our paths crossed a little more directly (and later in the day, thankfully) as I was was working on a Pie’s in Sydney feature which was all very fun and exciting. I received a call from them a while later and, long story short; when The Pie Tin ask you to take some photos for them you heed their call. HEED IT. The food here is slow cooked, ingredients are respected, rustic sensibilities are retained and, as cliché as it sounds a lot of love goes into their pies… it’s all good. Really good. The idea of seasonality is well past a novelty in Sydney these days so for an establishment to consistently pour out plates and plates of comforting food in line with what’s in season rather than what’s on trend, well, it’s no wonder why they’re so successful. If you’re in need of a little pick-me-up I’d recommend a visit; instead of an assumed exercise in #cryeating you’ll be graced with a plate of comfort food so delicious and heartwarming you’ll feel more content than ever on your way out (I know from experience and as you know I am the #cryeating master).

But! You didn’t come here to read about what I have to say, I mentioned photos earlier so here they are, some of which have been popping up on their Facebook page. If you’re reading this chances are you’ve already visited this holy grail of pies, but if not, you won’t be needing much convincing after a quick scroll south (all compliments to the chefs, not the photographer!).

The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown
The Pie Tin, Newtown

 
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For whatever reason I never considered posting a whole lot of “work” photos here, y’know, alanabread is all about my food, man. HAHAHAHA, forget that; other people make food a whole lot better than me in spaces far nicer than mine so prepare for a new assault of on-the-job snaps. I’m sure some cafe name dropping won’t go astray for my horrendous SEO either. No, really, I clearly have no understanding of how to make a blog good and accessible to the masses so I’m remedying this with an onslaught of food photos. It’s all I know. This may also be a good time to mention my rarely talked about portfolio site alanadimou.com, check it out (please), hire me (PLEASE).

Speaking of food photos, a little story. Around a month ago I was shooting a Glebe feature for work in a rather narrow little cafe. Space was tight and light was plentiful so I ditched the tripod a crouched before the mighty sandwich for a sweet snap, keeping space clear for potential pedestrians (though when I say crouched I actually mean awkwardly leaning with my arse sticking out). A couple of minutes had passed, I was concentrating on capturing the essence of the sambo until I heard the undeniable artificial shutter snap of a phone photo being taken. I looked up to find a smarmy looking girl, phone in hand, pointed right at me, refusing to make eye contact. A little confused I scanned around the corridor cafe and nobody was nearby; we were the only people in the room. Did… did she just take a photo to poke fun at was I was doing? Was my arse just snapchatted to a plethora of smug chumps? Was I captured alongside a hilarious #hashtag? Am I floating around on instagram somewhere (“LOL FOODIES HAHAHAH”)? Was she jealous of the free pulled-pork sandwich I was just offered?! It honestly didn’t bother me at the time but the more I think about it now the more baffled I am. Paying out people who take photos of food is unedgy, so 2011. Poor form, bad vogue, so if you were trying to make a joke out of me that wasn’t very #relevant. But congratulations, you successfully trolled me in retrospect, I’m now more self-conscious than ever. I’ll never take photos naked (sans sturdy tripod) again, it’s my humiliation salvation…. either that or I’ll be a strong girl and keep these sentiments in mind. Yeah, let’s stick with the latter.

Back to peanut butter chat. I was made for this assignment. Like, if the good lord put me on earth to do one thing it was to shoot this story; Peanut Buttered (here’s the entire article by Alecia Wood). If you saw me heaving around the inner-west streets of Sydney recently this is why. Peanut butter is in my veins. After this week I may need to get into this #clean #eating thing. Enjoy the PB assault, quinoa eating bastards turn away now please.

Devon Cafe - Little Lost Brioche
Devon Cafe – Little Lost Brioche

The Pie Tin - Peanut butter and chocolate tart
The Pie Tin – Peanut butter and chocolate tart

Hartsyard - Peanut butter and banana sundae
Hartsyard – Peanut butter and banana sundae

4Fourteen - Peanut butter and banana popsicle
4Fourteen – Peanut butter and banana popsicle with honeycomb

The Milk Bar by Cafe Ish - Peanut butter and jelly milkshake
The Milk Bar by Cafe Ish – Peanut butter and jelly milkshake

Kurtosh - Peanut butter and chocolate ganache cake
Kürtosh – Peanut butter and chocolate ganache cake

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