I have a very cool friend who is the barista at Pearl Oyster. He also comes around a lot and is the fill-in girlfriend for my housemate. It makes sense to me. On a particular day when we were all very over hung and in need of resuscitation, I dragged the boys to Proud Mary. I have never eaten breakfast here, but it was pumping harder than a body-dysmorphic body-builder from Brisbane, and probably brought out as many plates of eggs as one would eat. And never ever let me train on a 35degree day, after a heavy night of drinking, ever again. I ...
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I managed to hang out with my sister a couple of weeks ago. I like my sister. She understands my stupid humour and has much of the same…but it is more polite and less crass. We are same-same-but-different. Um, don’t think like that. Gross. The point is, I like her and her eating efforts. Although, on this certain trip, she disappointed me in her inability to finish her main. You see, she rarely is defeated by food. When she was in high school she could eat a whole family pizza on her own after school and come home and have 2 servings of dinner and still ...
NYE/NY for 2010 was an interesting one. It went for a little too long (ahem, 4 days), I caught up with a bodybuilder, ended up at more parties than I can remember, had an intermission at the Melbourne Hospital, watched a few too many movies and hung out with the winner of the Australian Apprentice. I am sure more happened, but be glad that I remember this at all. I also had a party with my housemate where I deboned 18 quails, made about 50 Lt of sangria, which ended in my housemate and I standing over my giant stockpot with a ...
I’m going to start this post off with a hmmmm, followed by I hate hipsters. You all know I hate hipsters. If you don’t know how much I hate hipsters, or you are a hipster, then, sorry, you’re in for a mountain of hate. Cavallero. Yes, they support streetsmart, but I am very sure they suck so much at life their contribution is very minimal. For those of you who haven’t been to Cavallero, it is that overly considered looking place with white walls and black gates on Smith St, near Johnston. I had, at the time, been playing a game of neglect ...
but I thought I should post it anyways. Strike me down, for the trends I keep with. I’m talking about Proud Mary, the other specialty coffee house, you know… in Collingwood. It’s been open for a little over three weeks now and I have had the experience lingering in my mind-tank for a little over a week. I know, I got lazy and started filling my time with book-reading. Something that is entirely necessary when you’re burning holes in your head by over-analysing 1780s Australian colonial art in a mad-rush to graduate…but that is another story. It’s my new Seven Seeds and you ...
This is a photo of the ‘Thank You’ book at Bamboo Room (which also sounds dirty). I found this place when I went to the old Lost and Found location and saw that it had turned into an Asian supermarket (of the same name), run by the chef’s husband. The chef is one woman, from Northern China, who cooks Northern Chinese dishes and simple Sezchuan as well. She apparently has a huge thing with balance and harmony as she is a qualified natropath. They, like the menu are unpretentious, honest and humble. After a few drinks last week, after watching the last ...
