The Heritage Terrace Cafe — Restaurant in Sydney

Heritage Terrace Cafe... the mere mention of its name sends shivers down my spine, triggering memories of a dining experience so abysmal, it should serve as a cautionary tale for all who dare to venture into its murky depths.

Let's delve into the gastronomic horror show that unfolded before my very eyes. The food, if you can even call it that, was a symphony of mediocrity at best and sheer culinary negligence at worst. Every dish that graced our table seemed to have been salvaged from the depths of a forgotten pantry, its ingredients long past their prime, exuding an aroma that could only be described as the antithesis of freshness. The taste? Oh, where do I begin? Sour, stale, and utterly repugnant, each bite was a journey into the depths of gastronomic despair, leaving me questioning the very fabric of reality.

And then there's the service, or lack thereof. Our server stumbled through the motions with all the grace of a newborn fawn, her attempts at taking our orders akin to deciphering hieroglyphics carved in stone. It was as if she had been plucked from obscurity moments before our arrival, devoid of any semblance of training or basic language proficiency. Communication was futile, with each interaction leaving us more baffled than the last.

But perhaps the most egregious offense of all is the audacity to demand a king's ransom for such culinary atrocities. The prices displayed on the menu bore no semblance to the quality – or lack thereof – of the fare being served. To charge patrons exorbitant sums for what can only be described as a crime against cuisine is not just a rip-off; it's a betrayal of trust, a slap in the face to anyone who dares to expect even a modicum of decency from a dining establishment.

If there is any justice in this world, Heritage Terrace Cafe will be promptly shuttered and thoroughly investigated by food safety authorities. It's not just a matter of bad taste; it's a matter of public health and safety. Save yourself the agony, the disappointment, and the indigestion, and steer clear of this culinary abyss...

I decided to give this place a try for lunch in the middle of the week and I'm glad I did. Upon walking in, there's a big board of chef specials, of which, i picked the bacon and eggs on toast. The staff were very attentive in ensuring my order was correct and offered a choice of how the eggs were cooked and what kind of bread I liked (sourdough).

This was one of the most delicious breakfast dishes I've had in some time. The bacon was crispy and the egg yolks were runny, and the toast was just right. The orange slice was a nice addition, providing a great sweet balance to the saltier palate of the rest of the dish. Perfect.

I was pleased at how friendly and laid back the staff were, and I felt immediately at ease here. The vibe is relaxed and a great place to chat with one, or several, or pull out your work laptop and pitter patter away for an hour or two.

The look of the place was respectable, although I couldn't help but notice the slightly different colored lights in the restaurant. Making them uniform would improve the look just that little bit more. If they could give the decoration some stronger personality to match the great staff they have there, I think it'd be a winning combination.

The pricing was great value for the quality of the meal. Would happily return here for another lunch or work remotely for...

$35 for a "King Breakfast" and possibly PUBIC HAIR in my coffee!!!!

Hubby, Baby and I went in today for the first time. The 3 wait staff were very friendly. No complaints there. We got a highchair which needed 4 wet wipes to remove the food stain on the fabric middle crotch divider - no seat belt. I ordered the "King Breakfast" and a medium cappuccino. King breakfast was soooo salty. I had to ask for maple syrup to even out the taste. Halloumi was overcooked, rubbery and salty. I had only skimmed the froth off my capp a few times only to reveal a short, black and curly hair which resembled a PUBIC HAIR!!!! I immediately brought this to the wait staff's attention to which she was overly sorry and replaced my coffee.

When I went to pay at the counter, the older, friendly gentleman served me. I thanked the mature lady who seemed to be the Barista, but she didn't even look up and just grunted, barely audible. Was she annoyed that I complained about a pubic hair in my coffee?

DO NOT GO HERE. OVERALL EXPERIENCE WAS SUB PAR. I HAVE NEVER HAD PUBIC HAIR...