The Blue Mountains has a slow food inclination. Another of it's beauties. Bands of locals in the heart of the heights have gathered and voiced their community desire to eat together. Rejecting McDonaldification and establishing cafe culture, locavore aspiration and a slowfood precinct.
The culture of the mountains operates in it's kitchens, dining rooms and diverse tables. Families and guests mix and combine, new and customary foods cross benches and trigger sensations hourly. Native foods, colonial wet weather staples, and vegetarian innovations diverge with rising Cittaslow appetites.
The apples of Shipley and the stonefruits of Bilpin grace plates with handmade breads and permacultural harvests. That is the ideal.
I hope that family feasts and diverse eating only increase across the blue mountains city. If it is ever just like everywhere else it will be too far away to visit something that is just the same. And that is true of Australian culture too. It's value lies in it's difference.
Cosmopolitan Roving by Mount and Flat