Sydneysiders love fashion, and they consume it not in malls, but in small boutiques where local rag traders are beginning to boom on the world stage. For the best taste of this head straight for Paddington’s Oxford Street
Oh, if only this magazine had litero-sound. The squelching noise the custard makes as it hits its little casing is most satisfying. But given we're still living in the age of mute print, you'll just have to use your imagination. The pastry hits the searing hot black pastry mould (they look a lot like the things used to make takoyaki - those Japanese octopus balls). When the cake has been turned over and is ready, scorching hot custard is then injected into each cake. And they're cheap, too. Five for a dollar? More please!