Sydney has been crowned Australia's late-night food capital with the most all-night eateries
Melbourne was the Australian city that followed closely behind Sydney, with 127 venues, while Brisbane is home to 115. The ACT was found to be the worst place for late-night eats, with nothing at all open all day and night (sorry, govt). Before the haters come for me in the comments, yes – El Jannah did indeed include fast food joints like Hungry Jack's and McDonald's in the count, but when I'm starving at 2am, I reckon chicken nuggets go down a treat. And there were plenty of non-chain restaurants rounding out the 157, including some of our fave late-night eats.
Marosh Bakery Cafe in Bankstown is one of those places open all the time, as is City Extra Café, right by the water in Circular Quay – perfect if you've just hopped off a train or ferry and are feeling ravenous.
So, how did El Jannah land on these numbers? To find the Aussie suburbs and cities with the highest number of late-night and 24/7 food venues, the number-crunchers used Google Places data, as well as data from the Australian Towns List, to pinpoint how many food offerings were in each place. They then filtered through the F&D venues using closing times and 24/7 tags to determine how many were truly open late.
Adam Issa, head of marketing at El Jannah, says: 'This study honours the places and people that keep Australia fed late into the night – whether you're finishing a shift, heading home from a night out, or just can't sleep without something delicious.'
'At El Jannah, we stay open late across all stores because that's when some of our most loyal guests show up," he adds. Note: El Jannah isn't open 24/7, but you can order up until 11pm if you're craving charcoal chook and their famous garlic sauce.
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