The Snook and I headed into Newtown again tonight to say goodbye to a Sydney institution: Alex Cordobe’s Pizza. After 32 years of serving up the best pies in the city, Dobe’s is no more. The place was packed but the food was as good as ever. Snookums had the ham, pineapple, and olives, while I had the searingly-hot Mexican. We drank beers and toasted the passing of an institution. At the end of the night the waiters dragged Dennis (the current owner) out from behind the counter and doused him with champagne. Fare thee well, pizza man.
Interestingly, I got a waiter to confess that “Alex Cordobe” doesn’t exist. They picked it off a poster of a bullfighter.