I’ve noted before the tendency of lazy Sydney journalists to deem anything east of Parramatta short of Central Station as “inner-west”, but I’d say this is worse:

The Western suburbs have that bohemian élan, with the endless rows of charming terraces, markets selling scented candles, and the fact that its got the market cornered in “cuisines of the world” (be it Portuguese, Thai, Italian, Lebanese etc). Hence, no one ever dares accuse them of being “cosseted”.

Western suburbs? Endless terraces? Portugese cuisine? Ahem.