Hello reader, and welcome to my blog on places to eat in Old Hornsby. I put reader in the singular, because outside of my family and polite work colleagues, I am not really sure just how many people are wanting to read about a middle aged woman (already lost you, aye?) who takes her family to the weird and wonderful restaurants and eating places in Hornsby and then writes about it. Christ, don't she have nothing better to do? Well, yes, being said working woman with teen-aged children; but don't you just love Old Hornsby? It deserves a blog. First, there is the prefix 'old'. This seeks to distinguish one side of the Hornsby railway tracks - the one where every second door is a brothel (legitimate businesses), I am certain that some of the retail is surely for the purposes of money laundering (less legitimate businesses - who the truck even knows precisely how that works, but why else on this green earth would a chipboard bookcase seemingly risen from my 20's, still ...