Cottesloe has the reputation of being Perth’s best beach. I’ve never understood this. It’s crowded as a bastard in summer, parking is a nightmare, the shore is shoulder-to-shoulder tourists and byootiful people, and there’s not much of a body wave. And the main drag is too upmarket.
Take Indiana Restaurant (pic from their website)…
Pricey and pretentious. Actually, worse than pretentious – grandiose. And so ostentatious it has imposed itself as a Cottesloe beachfront landmark impossible to ignore.
The Blue Duck’s OK, I guess. It has become a bit of an institution at Cott and offers a great elevated seaside view to sip a coffee over – but it’s a yuppie mecca, as is the entire area.
A real beachfront main drag is about greasy burgers-n-chips, icecreams, soft drinks. Not calamari @ $30 a go, or wedges with aioli. Not aproned wait staff with silly Neighbours accents. You don’t want airs and graces at yer beach food-n-drink joints. You want no-bullshit with character, with perhaps a hint of brusqueness, like you get at Peters By The Sea, at Scarborough.
Peters By The Sea is a site of heroism. This story might or might not be apocryphal – that’s not something I care to investigate – but it goes like this: Continue reading Look What They Done To Our Scarbs, Ma…