The Best Pie in Australia Is in a Tiny Outback Town.

A Pie to Remember

Some meals stick with you—not just for their taste, but for the moment. You know the kind: where you take a bite, and the world slows down for a second. For me, that moment came courtesy of a pie. Not just any pie—the best pie I've had in all of Australia.

And no, it wasn’t in foodie-famous Melbourne or some hip Sydney café. It wasn’t from a coastal bakery with awards plastered on the walls. It was in Blinman—a tiny, blink-and-you-miss-it town nestled in the heart of the Flinders Ranges.

We’d been out all day, wandering dusty trails under an endless outback sky. That kind of day where the sun kisses your skin, the wind plays rough, and your stomach reminds you it’s been way too long since lunch.

That’s when we rolled into the Blinman Hotel, a charming little pub that looked like it was plucked straight from an old Western. The place was quiet—eerily quiet. No guests. No music. Just the creak of the floorboards and the promise of something hot to eat.

I ordered the beef and pepper pie.

And I still think about it.

It was everything a pie dreams of being. Golden, flaky crust that gave way with the gentlest nudge. A filling that was rich, savory, peppery—like a warm hug after a long day. The beef? Tender. The seasoning? Spot on. Not too saucy, not too dry. Just perfect.

There was nothing fancy about it—no truffle oil, no Instagrammable garnish. Just honest, comforting food made with love. Served in the middle of nowhere. And maybe that’s what made it so unforgettable. Or maybe… it really was just that good.

If you ever find yourself near the Flinders Ranges, do yourself a favor: take a detour to Blinman. Pop into the pub, order the pie, and soak up one of those rare travel moments that remind you why you hit the road in the first place.

I haven’t found a pie that measures up since. And honestly, I’m not sure I ever will.