Fred’s Providore

📍 I walked into Fred’s and immediately knew I was in danger—in the best way. Camden Valley milk & Pepe Saya in the fridge, Merna’s crumpets just sitting there like they don’t know they’re celebrities. Fred’s isn’t just a café—it’s a deli, a sandwich shop, a butcher, a lifestyle.

🥪 Let’s talk about the PLT.

Poached free-range chicken, tarragon aioli (I’d bathe in it), toasted pecans, crispy prosciutto, lettuce, tomato, Swiss cheese… and yes, it’s $22, but tell me where else you’re getting love, crunch, creaminess, and protein all in one bite like that. The textures?? The flavours?? She’s the main character. I would defend this sandwich in court.

💋 Then came The Deli—salami, prosciutto, mortadella, nduja, heirloom tomato, stracciatella, guindillas, basil. She’s spicy, creamy, and complicated in the best way. I’m not saying I fell in love, but I am saying I Googled how to make guindillas at home.

🛍️ And don’t even get me started on the shop section. You will leave with at least three things you don’t need but will absolutely convince yourself are essential to your identity. Fancy butter? In the cart. Small-batch jam? Obviously. A rare pasta shape? It’s called being cultured.

💅 Fred’s is giving luxury lunch energy. It’s giving, “I care about quality.” It’s giving, “I might move to Cronulla for this sandwich.”

Go. Get the PLT. Grab a crumpet for later. And clear your afternoon—you’re gonna want a moment alone with it.