Schwarz Patisserie: Obey The Rumble
When a friend of a friend of your dad’s tells you about a cake shop in the Blue Mountains, take my advice - go to it.
Driving back from a wedding weekend, only very slightly hung-over, we pulled into Wentworth Falls and dutifully tracked down our recommendation, Schwarzes. It’s a very traditional family-owned German bakery, or konditorei if you will, that has been filling happy stomachs for over two decades with German cakes, breads and pies. I have to say in all honesty looks less than spectacular from the outside. On the edge of a public car park with a small, simple sign, it is unassuming to say the least. But you should never judge a book - or a cake shop- by its cover.
We stepped inside and – after perhaps a quick note of the slightly dated decor (a bit “cafeteria in 1970’s Swiss asylum”) – we were drawn to the display cabinet full of the most tempting baked goodies I have seen in quite some time. And don’t’ think about airy choux pastries, delicate macaroons or ethereal mille feuille. None of that French wimpy indulgence. I mean streuselkuchen, strudel and stritzel. The kind of serious pastry you eat before, during and after climbing mountains. Possibly in lederhosen.
Literally salivating, we opted for three traditional options, all served with cream: the apple streudel, the Linzer Torte and the sour cherry crumble. All were plate-scrapingly amazing and disappeared far too fast. We decided that the sour cherry probably had the edge, with its sharp red-pink fruit oozing defiantly out of the pastry as if to show off its spectacular colour. The streudel pastry was also wonderful, but it missed out on first place because the apple was just a tad too sweet. Coming in at joint second was the Linzer. The pastry was just perfect, crumbly, short, slightly nutty and the ideal amount of cinnamon. I thought it could have done with just a squidge more jam. But then I am greedy for jam and I always have been. Same with honey. My early childhood diet was very closely modeled on Winnie the Pooh's.
Prices are crazy cheap. A huge poppyseed stritzel the size of my abdomen cost less than a large coffee I drank recently in Bondi. Which explains its popularity. It was fairly quiet when we arrived but halfway through our meal we looked up and suddenly there was a queue of hungry people wearing lustful expressions stretching out the door. Our mouths full, eyes glinting with gluttonous satisfaction, faces smeared with crumbs and cream, we made eye contact with those yet to order, sending them a sustaining look of support that said “Soon, soon this will be yours too.”
Schwarz Patisserie Schwarz, Shops 1&2, 30 Station Street, Wentworth Falls 2782
By Lucy McNabb