Emerton

We live in Emerton, and yes, we notice when the internet forgets us. For years the local flex was a Kickin' Inn branch — the Aussie chain Concrete Playground wrote about — the one that did seafood tossed in punchy house-made “Kajun” sauce, bibs and gloves and all. Back in the day that was our idea of haute cuisine and a good story to tell visiting cousins.

Mornings here aren’t about artisan this or boutique that (we don’t have those listed). They’re the kind of mornings where you remember the Kickin’ Inn nights and tell each other which sauce splattered the best. Concrete Playground definitely had an opinion; we had the plates.

We don’t have much recent press — so let’s be honest about it. Our suburb shows up on the odd internet map of things: Pedestrian.TV once ran a legal story that mentioned Justice Karin Emerton when Greg Lynn’s conviction was set aside. Not exactly a lifestyle piece, but it’s a name-drop we’ll use at trivia night.

Who would hate Emerton? If you need non-stop Instagram fodder and daily profiles in Junkee, this isn’t your postcode — the recent local headlines are sparse. Who would love it? Folks who like being underrated, who enjoy memories of a bib-and-gloves dinner and don’t mind that our media moment is a legal sidebar or an old restaurant listing. We’ll keep making our own noise — quietly, proudly, and with napkins handy.