Souk in the City is a restaurant I’ve been meaning to come back to for ages, while Sisiely seems like she’s been dying to try the food here ever since she went past it one night (and it was too busy to accommodate her party for dinner). Finally, the planets and stars aligned…

F’s sister called me up out of the blue last year and asked, “If I buy F a gift voucher for a sushi making class as a Christmas present, would you go with him?” Unhesitatingly, I said yes. I adore sushi and I thought understanding the work that goes into making it would make me appreciate it more when I’m inevitably nom’ing it down.

After watching the Man v Food Minneapolis episode, F could not get the Juicy Lucy burger out of his mind. Not being able to travel to Minneapolis to try the burger, he did the next best thing: plot and plan on how to reconstruct it.

M took me here one night last year and I remember the atmosphere of the restaurant being really cosy and eating wonderfully delicious food that grabbed my attention despite how much of a sad sack I was that night. I also remember thinking, “I have to come back and blog about this one day… when I’m not so emo”.

We’ve heard quite a few friends singing their praises about the food at Guillaume at Bennelong, one of whom is a chef (I thought, if anything, that carries some weight). So on a total whim (despite having numerous of snow trips planned) we thought, “What the hey, why not try it out?”

it is definitely another excuse to stuff ourselves with food that would make us forget about the chilly temperature not at all helped with an equally chilly wind.

And that’s how we all came about to Löwenbräu Keller to taste-test their perfect-for-winter dishes.

A couple of friends have recently been to Berowra Waters Inn and raved on about the food, telling us that we must eat here. When we finally booked it, we asked them what was good to order (or to avoid) and their advice wasn’t as much of advice as more raving about how good the [...]

Missing out on a veritable feast of all-you-can-eat ribs and whatnot at Cafe Ish made me terribly sad and somehow during my bemoaning of such misfortune, I ended up at an all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant in the CBD with Ffichiban and Ninja.

My Thuan is located at the corner of the perennially busy artery that is John Street and Hill Street. The service is slightly better than your average Chinese restaurant and a lot more attentive too.

Ju Ju is exactly how I remembered: the warm, wooden decor and the pits! I love how the tables are basically sunken and you have to sit on square black cushions. We poured over the various laminated menus provided, taking quite a while to decide on what to get. We were so spoilt for choice – it was so hard to choose!

“Let’s meet up for dinner,” suggested my north shore friend, Sisiely. “But I’m only going as far as Burwood.” Given the duty of choosing a place to eat, I hoped I chose a place that was decent and worth her trip into the inner west. We both never had Nepalese cuisine before, but we both vaguely figured that it would have some Indian influences (being so close to India and all that).

Minh and I walked past this restaurant a while ago and was drawn to its decor that was complete with a tuk-tuk! We agreed that we had to try it out, especially since the space was previously occupied by the pretty decent I-San.