The first store we encountered was Deep Seafood Cafe and Oyster Bar. We were still early for lunch.
The lobster and shrimp might have been attractive to most people, but half of our family is allergic to them.
We walked over a few more doors to De Costi Seafood, which also had displays full of shrimp.
Getting service from behind the sneeze guards requires some service.
The blue swimmer crabs were on feature.
On the other side of the parking lot, shrimp were also on display at Musumeci Seafood.
The fishmongers were wheeling up fish on trolleys.
Claudio’s Seafood has a cheery exterior.
Inside, there was a good selection of fish, including bream.
In the back was a team preparing the fish for sale.
In the front, however, it seems that a customer can sometimes choose his or her own thickness of cuts.
As we headed for the main hall of the fish market, we saw one of the many ibises up on a post.
In contrast to all of the storefronts by the parking lot, the shops inside the the main hall run off one main aisle. The auction floor is off to the left, but it was done for the day by long before we arrived.
After browsing all of that fish, our sons declared that they were ready for an early lunch. The Fish Market Sushi Bar didn’t have much decor, but had the family-sized platters that we could take outside.
Still before noon, there were no customers at the picnic tables outside. The winter in Sydney was lik e a cool spring day for us.
Eric poured the soy sauce into the cover, and the whole family shared in the meal. The sushi was gone in minutes.
A little farther down the wharves, a ferry was docked. I don’t know where it stops.
The sushi only whetred the appetites, so we opted for local specialties from the Fish Market Cafe.
For comparison, we tried the barramundi, calamari, and dory. Barramundi are local in Australian rivers and coastal waters, and also farmed. Australian dory is a deep sea fish. (For fans of Finding Nemo, the character Dory was a regal tang, not a dory).
The fish were eaten faster than the fries.
Noah declared that he was still hungry. At Christie’s Seafood was a warmer with Chinese options. We ordered off the menu, instead.
The fried noodles weren’t as good as being in Chinatown, but adequate for lunch.
Walking outside by the docked boats, we found fishermen untangling their nets.
As we walked east, we noticed the better view of the ANZAC bridge.
The food gave everyone energy. Some took turns leapfrogging the posts.
As we walked back east into Pyrmont, we crossed over train tracks in a trench.
The Sydney Fish Market was a great start to touring Australia as a family: a place that we could enjoy together.