Hubert
I have wanted to visit Hubert since it held the top spot on Sydney's culinary scene a couple of years ago - and it's only taken me until now to finally do it. One reason it has taken me so long is that for a long time, Hubert didn't take bookings - so you could push open its door, wind down the gorgeous, dark staircase admiring its collection of vintage alcohol bottles behind cabinets, only to be told that it is at least another two hour wait to be seated. One reason for Hubert's enduring popularity, I suspect, is the fact that the minute you step through its doors, it is as though you are transported to a different world, far away from the hustle and bustle of Sydney's legal quarters, a safe haven for all these who want to comfort their weary souls with some fine French dining. The world presented by Hubert is dark, intimate, lit by candlelight - thus you will have to forgive the photo quality here (not that my photos were ever very good). Hubert baguette a