Hey Jupiter is an East End institution. Green and metro-tiled, cafe chairs spilling onto the footpath, coffee and croissants in the morning sun. Step inside and you're in a French brasserie, run by a French expat and his Australian wife, dishing up oysters, duck confit, hanger steak, and baguette sandwiches regulars can't quit. Weekends mean all-day breakfast, and Champagne poured for anyone stretching the morning out. Lunch works for deals over duck confit. Dinner turns into a proper occasion: multiple courses, a bottle or two, profiteroles and crème brûlée to finish. Backed by a cellar loaded with French and South Australian wine, there's no reason to rush any of it. Images: Supplied. Like what you see? Subscribe to the Concrete Playground newsletter to get stories just like these straight to your inbox.
