Tiny's Sandwich Bar — Restaurant in Sydney

It wasn't just a sandwich, it was a leviathan of lunch. A behemoth between two slices of white loaf, so tall it obscured the sun (or at least, that's how it felt to my five-foot-something frame). Burrata, the creamiest of cheeses, oozed like a volcanic glacier, threatening to engulf everything in its path. Prosciutto, impossibly thin and impossibly wide, draped over the edges like a silken banner for a culinary colossus. Tomato slices, the size of hubcaps, glistened under a drizzle of aged balsamic, and peppery rocket sprouted like a defiant forest, daring me to take a bite.

I approached it with the reverence due to a titan. Each inch of crust I uncovered revealed a new symphony of flavor, a concerto of textures. The crackle of the bread, the yielding richness of the burrata, the salty whisper of the prosciutto, the sweet burst of the tomato, the peppery kick of the rocket - it was an orchestra playing a concerto directly on my tongue.

With each bite, I shrunk. Not literally, of course, but the sandwich's immensity made me feel like Alice down the rabbit hole, shrunk by its sheer audacity. I gnawed my way through prosciutto waterfalls, scaled mountains of tomato, and swam in pools of burrata, my sense of proportion warped by the sheer deliciousness.

Finally, at the bottom, amidst a thicket of wilted rocket, I found a surprise. Tiny, nestled in the creamy heart of the burrata, was a single cherry tomato, no bigger than a marble. And on it, etched with a toothpick, was a message: "Don't eat the tomato, you'll become me!"

I laughed, a tiny chuckle in the face of culinary grandeur. Who, I thought, would want to be anything else but me right now, a Lilliputian lost in a land of edible giants? Then, with a mischievous glint in my eye, I popped the cherry tomato in my mouth.

Suddenly, the world righted itself. The sandwich shrunk, morphing back into a normal-sized lunchbox creation. I, myself, returned to my usual stature, blinking in the sudden brightness. The only evidence of my adventure was a satisfied grin and a faint burrata aftertaste.

Perhaps, I mused, it wasn't the sandwich that made me small, but the audacity of believing I could conquer something so much bigger than myself. Or maybe, just maybe, I had become the sandwich, its spirit of delicious audacity living on within me.

In any case, I learned a valuable lesson that day: never underestimate the power of a truly great sandwich, or the possibility of a cherry tomato with a big secret. And who knows, maybe next time, I'll be the giant, daring some adventurous soul to take a bite of my culinary...

EXTREMELY DISGUSTING HYGIENE!!! My partner and I went to Tiny’s sandwich bar for lunch yesterday, none of the chefs, servers or kitchen hands wore hairnets that was the first red flag… we ordered 2 overpriced Caesar salads and 2 extremely overpriced schooners of beer that weren’t even poured correctly nor filled. first one had a huge black hair in it I asked for it to be exchanged politely as mistakes happen BUT they gave us another one with another black hair and they didn’t take any responsibility instead gave excuse after excuse. One being that she thought the beers were delivered but all of the staff manager included were standing around at the bar having a good chat. When my partner approached the counter and asked for the beer we had ordered 20 minutes ago and was met with the staff arguing about who should’ve delivered it. Another excuse being about the hair it was that the chef was a woman which is sexist as a woman and blatantly makes no sense, to say just because of a gender she’s given a pass for hair being in the food she makes ??? Definitely not, PUT HAIRNETS ON or have better procedure where all of your long hair is put up it’s very simple common sense. The hot food came out alarmingly fast as it was CHICKEN SCHNITZEL!!! The beer on the other hand didn’t come out until we were almost leaving and also had a hair on the outside of the glass (no surprise) if you want to be put off eating or be sick Tinys sandwich bar Sydney is the place. Terrible service, terrible food handling. Get your act together or don’t be in the business! you people will make someone seriously sick. I’d leave 0...

My wife and I visited Tiny’s for lunch on a Friday afternoon while we were in the city, and it turned out to be a fantastic choice. We ordered the Burrito Bowl, Satay Chicken Salad, and Popcorn Chicken — and every dish impressed us.

The Burrito Bowl stood out immediately. While it differed from the traditional Mexican version, it had its own unique twist and was absolutely delicious. The Satay Chicken Salad was also very enjoyable, with a lovely balance of flavors. However, one small suggestion for the chef: grilling the chicken instead of using it poach chicken could really elevate the satay flavor and add a smoky depth to the dish.

Now, the Popcorn Chicken — wow! It was perfectly crispy, well-seasoned, and easily one of the best we’ve had in a while.

What made the experience even better was the pricing. For a cafe located in the heart of the city, the prices were very reasonable — moderate and definitely value for money.

The cozy vibe, friendly service, and well-executed food made our lunch memorable. We’ll definitely be...