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Only a couple hundred meters from the previous eating halls is Dixon House Food Court. Choose one of the three entrances and descend into a sensory stimulation overload. (depending on time of day I suppose).

It was late afternoon and the place was packed, the noise a cacophony. I counted over twenty vendors in this dim wood paneled basement … and there’s a bar! I grabbed a Singha. E and I perused the food stalls. Of note were two Indonesian places and a Cambodian stall. God knows why we ordered a beef noodle soup from a Chinese joint. I guess I’m using this dish as a bench mark. I strangely see a link between all these soups. Each one filling a small gap in a giant beef noodle soup puzzle, which all leads to pho. (I’m getting ridiculous).

Anyway, with all the interesting food about, I was disappointed with this offering. It was of the thickened stock variety and not much care was put into it’s construction. Underneath a crude pile of ingredients was a block of egg noodles that hadn’t even been separated from it’s factory manufactured square.

It was good to have a Singha though, and E enjoyed the atmosphere. Soup was $7.50.

Dixon House Food Court - Corner Little Hay & Dixon Haymarket Sydney