Aotearoa land of the long white cloud; the homeland of kiwis, the rugby world cup, award winning Pinots, fresh seafood and of course, chulli buns (that is- chilli bins, esky’s or ice boxes). Continue reading →
Lasts weeks act of reviewing a food court came with mixed opinions, most of it good, however, some still couldn’t help but screw up their noses at the prospect of eating from there. And that was the case in point, for many people who work in the city, eating from a food court is a part of daily life, and so having the awareness around what to eat or what not to eat will hopefully go a long way in helping their overall healthiness.
We still have one other food court ‘restaurant’ (is this what they are called?), up our sleeves to review, and I CANNOT wait to share this place with the world… but you will have to sit tight for that one.
I started out this week going on a bunch of different rollercoasters , literally and figuratively; the week started at Dreamworld Theme Park on the Gold Coast.
I may rabbit on as a guy about having to be a real man and not an oestrogen flooded, out of shape pseudo-man like many we see today, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t act like children from time to time, hence my child-like enjoyment on ‘The Big Drop’ .
My realisation for this week is this: The earth does not orbit the sun purely in order for me to eat 52 meats in 52 weeks.In case you’re not counting along with me (for I most definitely am), this is week 35. 35 weeks out of an entire year in which I have a different meat each week.
It’s starting to get up there, and as I’ve discussed lately, that means I’m starting to run into a bit of sourcing trouble.