Pcyc Markets

Getting back into the market swing of things is perhaps one of the most positive developments in my Toowoomba lifestyle. Apart from basic groceries, supermarkets are for chumps. Not only do the PCYC markets offer a good range of fruit and veg, but you get to feel a little bit chuffed with yourself for Damning The Man and paying the farmer.
There is also a lot of bric-​à-​brac to sift through if you are in the mood. Sure, a lot of it is crap but there are some gems to be found, especially in the second hand stalls. Dammit, here I am giving away my secrets!
My only complaint about the markets is that I find the dining options a little lacklustre. This should be prime territory for local food trucks and coffee stands! It’s not often that you’ll hear me championing competitive capitalism (after all, didn’t I just Damn the Man?), but if it is going to get me a breakfast burrito and a good soy latte on a Sunday morning? That might just be worth my soul.

Fresh local produce, trinkets, crafts, and wares. I am a regular, nearly every Sunday, unless Saturday was a bigger night than I’d planned!
I seriously avoid the supermarket whenever possible.
There is always something new to check out at the markets. Today I bought an awesome pottery platter for 50 cents. When I went to pay for it, the woman pointed out a tiny chip in the plate, which I hadn’t even noticed! Score!