“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.” – David Mamet
Its a truth universally acknowledged, well at least in Australia, that nearly every country town in this land will claim to have the best pies in the world. And what’s more I don’t think anyone really cares because when you feel like pie you normally are in such a state of pie need that as you sink your teeth into the hot crusty mess of meat, filling and sauce you will be most agreeable to almost anything one has to say and favourable testimonials are very easy to extract.
Today was no exception to the rule. I was sent away to bring back lunch and I knew the boys were hungry and the crisp Leura air could only mean one thing for men exhausted and hungry – the worlds best pie!
Thank goodness I didn’t have to go far.
The Bakehouse on Wentworth most certainly didn’t disappoint. Although the place was packed out (which is always a good sign) I was happy to say that parking was easy and I only had to wait around 10 minutes to get to the top of the line where the young lady was very efficient. The hard part was deciding what pie to get and with that task I completely forgot to get sausage rolls and sauce! Never mind because the pies I did get were chunky and its a fact that good pies don’t need sauce.
Importantly, the boys were more than pleased – after all they just ate the best pies in the world – or at least in leura!