Call me crazy but we waited 1 hour and 45 minutes for…….wait for it……..a sandwich. Well, a panini to be precise. After a pretty lazy start to the day we headed on over for a late lunch. Little did we know exactly how late it would be. Before we saw the name of the restaurant we saw the queue. Wrapping out around the side of the restaurant and down the street we were pretty confident we were in the right place. But how long could it take really?
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When people ask me to name my favourite movies, my favourite songs, my favourite foods, my favourite designer, I often find it impossible. The more I see and the more I experience the more my tastes and preferences change. But ask me to name my favourite places and I guarantee in years to come, no matter how many places I get to visit in my lifetime, Tasmania will always be sitting pretty in my top three. What an incredible place it is.
Was it just me or did everyone else miss the memo on eating donuts for breakfast? It seems in Singapore’s Arab Quarter this is a common occurrence and not frowned upon at all. Tucked away down one of the many colourful, bustling streets was a very unassuming looking cafe......
Have you ever walked into a restaurant and wondered if you would come out alive? I have and let me tell you, it’s a funny kinda feeling. However, as you can see I was unharmed in the quest for authentic Vietnamese and having looked death straight in the eye (OK, maybe that’s an exaggeration) I am here to tell the tale.
Ever experienced true power where you strut effortlessly into a restaurant, lower your sunglasses to the tip of your nose, flick your perfectly quaffed hair off your shoulder, look to the maitre de and say, ”Do you know who I am?”........
Vegetarians look away now. This is a veggie free zone. Unless you count the slither of boiled cabbage that graced one of our four plates of food. But we didn't come for the cabbage, we came for the meat, carbs and paprika.........lots of paprika. Step into the time machine that is Kadar Etz and eat like a true Hungarian.
Sometimes the hype is not all it's cracked up to be.
However, all was not lost as like with most trips to New York we spotted a wee celebrity. Sitting just two tables behind us, I'll give you a clue. "Listen to my words, and hear his face."
I’m sure you've all heard of Little Italy, China Town, Little Korea, The Arab Quarter......well, I have discovered Mini Japan. Taking a teeny tiny residence on 25th and 9th this 24 seater restaurant is a hidden gem. Irasshaimase!!!! (Welcome in Japanese.....just in case you hadn't walked into enough sushi restaurants in your lifetime).
OK, so I've just planned your next holiday. You will book a long weekend in Hobart, preferably arriving on Friday morning and departing on Monday. Friday is your prep day. Do not eat much today, walk as much as you can (those extra calories will come in very handy) and mentally prepare yourself for what can only be described as a sensory smack in the face, On Saturday you will wake up hungry and walk down to the Salamanca Market where you will eat your body weight in food. Sunday and Monday will be spent lying in a horizontal position, digesting, sleeping and wondering how on earth you managed to fit in all that food.
As we finish indulging in another long weekend it seems fitting to round it off with the most fattening, sugary, creamy, fried, carb loaded, needless to say just as indulgent, meal that has ever passed my lips. I left feeling emotionally very satisfied but physically? Not so much. When it comes to a meal like this it really is mind over matter and I wish good luck to anyone brave enough to take on this beast.
This post goes out to honour the brave Australian soldiers.
Lest We Forget.
Valentines Day, a day of love.
A day to do what you love - eat.
A day to be with who you love - husband and bestie.
A day to be where you love - surrounded by the salivating smell of slow cooking meats and Middle Eastern flavours in one of the worlds best cities at Berber and Q
I hope you all had a very Happy (and filling) Valentines Day.
Taxi drivers - the unspoken authority of the local food scene. My husband gave me the best tip, if you want to find good, local, authentic food then put down your tourist guide and ask your taxi driver to take you to where he eats lunch.
Taking midnight munchies to the next level at Tick Tock diner. I can confidently say that this was the best cheesecake I had whilst visiting New York. Smooth, creamy and seriously rich, and of course washed down with an American sized glass of chocolate milkshake. I probably didn't need this rather heavy yet delicious consumption of goodness but as they say "when in Rome".
If you like pork and you like sandwiches, this place is for you. Forget that it's a grubby, run down hole in the wall, forget that there's no indoor seating, forget that there are no tables, forget that it's situated right on the footpath, forget that the three plastic chairs are positioned right next to a bin. Forget ALL of that and just focus on having the BEST pork sandwich of your life.