Reuben Hills

Tucked into Surry Hills, this sleek micro-roastery channels serious Melbourne energy. Exposed brick. Moody bar seating. A relentless weekend buzz. Sydney’s most dialed-in brunchers pack the communal tables for bold, South American-influenced plates—think crunchy dirty chicken tortillas, golden yuca fries, or the legendary Not The Reuben sandwich. Serious caffeine fiends respect the house-roasted beans pulling a flawless crema, while the iced soy matcha latte has quietly earned its own cult status. Grab a spot by the window. Order the thick-cut walnut banana bread slathered in silky mascarpone and honey. It’s loud, fast-paced, and you will absolutely wait for a table on Saturdays. But those vibrant, spice-forward profiles make every second in line completely worth it.