Perth is just the place for a lazy Sunday breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Imagine seated on a verandah on a sun-swept day with splendid views of the open sea, waves churning away creating the perfect conditions for avid wind-surfers.
And minutes later, the most eye-pleasing palate tempters being placed on the table in front of you by a naked (not nude) figger.
The place? The Naked Fig by the sea in Swanbourne.
Families with children scampering about on the restaurant's lawns, couples, mates - they were all there, many for a late breakfast and many more (like us) for lunch.
It was my first visit and I found it all so pleasant - from the ambience, to the food (worth writing home about), to the friendly staff, who really looked like they enjoyed being there.
Stu opted for (surprise surprise) a steak sandwich, Aimee had the Poor Boy salad and moi pigged out on a blue cheese tart with salad, PLUS potatoes with chorizos (the name escapes me).
To wash it all down, I (with Stu's help) thoroughly enjoyed a bottle of Amberley sauvignon blanc.
Next time you're in Perth (or if you are in Perth, the next time you fancy a meal out), head on over to the Naked Fig or one of its other two sister restaurants - also named after the cheeky fig.
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