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Yelp
Coogee may be labelled as Bondi's chilled cousin, still pestered by backpackers and beer swilling locals, but don't let the monstrosity of a pub on the corner deter you from a street brimming with savoir faire. If you peer a little closer, places you never knew existed are there for pure consumption.
Take 'A Fish Called Coogee', totally understated, relaxed atmos and yet the experience is magic. It almost transports you to island living where the fish is caught before your eyes and cooked right in front of you. The only difference, you pick out your fish at the counter. And what a display it is! Seriously good-looking animals in the most delectable sauces. I always think if I couldn't make this myself, then it's special. My fave is the Barramundi in a Brazilian sauce. Exquisite fish. Simple, yet elegant, side salad. There's corn too, charred to perfection.
The staff don't say much, probably because they are busy cooking their asses off, but their happy faces relax you like you're on a summer holiday. They sometimes smoke out the place however, the open front allows the sea breeze to quickly whisk it away.
Best spot to sit is outside on the Balinese style bench. It's communal eating at its best. Don't be surprised if the American guy next to you starts chatting about how lucky we are in Oz to have such an array of fresh fish.
Walk down to aforementioned pub, grab yourself a Riesling from their surprisingly large wine list and you have yourself one seriously satisfying night out. Any day of the week.