For those who follow my tweets, For the past few months I’ve been based in Melbourne for work. Believe it or not this meant it was the first time I have been to Melbourne, and ...
“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).
Lord of the Fries, I belatedly found out, is a vegetarian burger joint. It has two burger joints actually: one is a store front with two sides opened towards Flinders St and into Flinders St Station, and the other is a tiny store on the corner of Elizabeth St and Flinders St. It is unmistakeable with its bold white on red sign and the line of people impatiently waiting for their turn. The lack of seating on the Flinders St side (there are several communal benches inside the station) had us finding a shady spot on the steps of Federation Square (off to the side of course to avoid being trampled on). It was kind of fun actually – kind of like a fast food picnic!
There were only a handful of Chinese restaurants (that I saw anyway) about 5 years ago, which was the last time I was in Berlin. Now it would seem that Asian restaurants have become more prominent – and not just Chinese or Vietnamese restaurants, there’s also Korean, Japanese, and Thai.
Sam one day sent me a link to the Mahjong Room, asking if I was interested in playing Mahjong whilst having lunch. For most of the time, anything involving food piques my interest, but it was the thought of playing Mahjong while eating (for some reason) that really intrigued me.
Birthday dinner #[something] was celebrated at the newly crowned Sydney’s 2009 Best New Restaurant of the year, Berowra Waters Inn. Situated 45 minutes or so north of the city, Berowra is a nice leafy suburb on the fringe of Sydney. As there is no car access to the restaurant, they provide a private ferry service from a public wharf. I thought this was one of the “cool” and unique things about this place.
Walking back to our car, turning the corner into Bourke street, we witnessed a queue dissending from a small open way. Deciding to see what all the fuss was about, we joined the queue. Staring back at us was a glass wall filled with Tarts, Croissants, Baguettes, Panini and pizzas etc. As we inched closer towards the door, we were gobsmacked to find that we were actually in line at Bourke Street Bakery.
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