How a Soul-Crushing Burger Sparked a Native Food Movement

You know the moment something breaks you a little inside? Mine happened at Sydney Airport. A family had just landed after a 15-hour flight from the US. I watched them walk past local cafés, bush tucker stands, and native wine tastings… straight to Burger King. My soul quietly imploded. That was the day I stopped ranting and started building. What came next? A full-blown native food movement driven by ants, finger lime, and one big craving for change.
Table of Contents
- The Burger That Broke Me
- Why Aussie Food Is Missing in Action
- From Finance to Foraging: The Pivot
- Serving Ants Isn’t a Gimmick—It’s a Gateway
- Native Food, Real Stories, Deep Connection
- Fighting Forgetfulness With Flavour
- What Guests Say (Hint: Tears Were Involved)
- Conclusion: From One Burger Regret to a Food Revolution
The Burger That Broke Me
It wasn’t just a burger. It was a metaphor. A perfectly packaged, globalised, bland bite of everything we’ve lost. That family didn’t choose wrong they weren’t even offered an alternative. And that’s the real issue: native Australian food is so hidden, most visitors never know it’s an option. Watching that moment unfold made something inside me snap. If no one else was going to change the narrative, I would.
Why Aussie Food Is Missing in Action
The truth? Most of Australia’s unique, ancient ingredients don’t make it to the tourist brochures. Lemon myrtle, wattleseed, saltbush, green ants they’re on Country, but not on menus. They’re rich in history, flavour, and culture. Yet visitors fly halfway across the world and leave thinking “Australian food” means smashed avo and flat whites. We can do better. We have to do better.
From Finance to Foraging: The Pivot
I used to run billion-dollar finance projects. High stress, high reward, low flavour. But this burger moment shook me more than any boardroom blow-up. I quit my job, swapped my spreadsheet for a tasting spoon, and started walking literally through the Botanic Gardens, markets, and kitchens of Sydney to build something new. A native-first food experience. No fluff. Just flavour and story.
Serving Ants Isn’t a Gimmick—It’s a Gateway
Yes, we serve green ants. Yes, guests eat them. Yes, they come back for more. Why? Because it’s not about shock value—it’s about reawakening the palate. Green ants are citrusy, punchy, and oddly addictive. More importantly, they open people’s minds. Suddenly, they’re ready to try wattleseed pavlova or kangaroo salami. Suddenly, they’re curious, connected, and in it.
Native Food, Real Stories, Deep Connection
This isn’t a tasting—it’s an experience. Guests meet the producers. They hear the stories. They walk through bushland, markets, and laneways while sampling flavours they’ve never encountered. These moments aren’t just delicious—they’re moving. Because native food isn’t just food—it’s memory, knowledge, and resilience served on a plate.
Fighting Forgetfulness With Flavour
Australia risks forgetting its edible roots. And if we don’t taste them, talk about them, and cook with them—they’ll vanish. Our tours, hampers, and experiences aren’t about being trendy. They’re about honouring Country, partnering with Indigenous producers, and telling stories that deserve the spotlight. And sometimes… that all starts with one ant.
What Guests Say (Hint: Tears Were Involved)
We’ve had guests cry eating Davidson plum. Rebook after a picnic on the harbour. Say “I’ve been to Australia four times and never tasted this.” We’ve upstaged the Opera House with finger lime. Had critics, cruise execs, and first-timers all walk away smiling, slightly full, and totally changed.
Conclusion: From One Burger Regret to a Food Revolution
That airport burger? It was soul-crushing, sure. But it was also the push I needed. It sparked a movement one that’s founder-led, flavour-forward, and deeply rooted in Australia’s food identity. If you're reading this and thinking, “What even is native food?” you’re exactly who we’re here for. Join us. Taste something ancient. And let’s make sure no one flies 15 hours for a burger ever again.
Wildly Australian, deeply local. That’s the mission. And it started with one tragic bite.









