After doing breakfasts, brunches, lunches and dinners for 51 weeks, it was time to do what comes after all of those… DESSERT!
Yeah, we picked one of our favourite dessert places, and easily one of the most popular in Sydney…
After doing breakfasts, brunches, lunches and dinners for 51 weeks, it was time to do what comes after all of those… DESSERT!
Yeah, we picked one of our favourite dessert places, and easily one of the most popular in Sydney…
In case you were wondering what happened here… well, we did finish the 52 weeks, we just didn’t write the reviews up.
So, here goes… We went to Cafe Opera in the Intercontinental Hotel and had a Xmas buffet dinner…
Vatan Persian Restaurant
Not satisfied with run of the mill bacon & eggs, we went n search of something with more, balls….
Well, we didn’t find balls per se, but we did locate our own and smash an Iranian feast of lamb’s head soup with tongue, cheek and brains… yum yum! Continue reading
Lucky Tsotsi
My first experience of a ‘speakeasy’ was in New York a couple of years back, when our host with the most, took us to an obscure, yet funky, little bar in the back streets of Manhattan. Our first experience also ended up with us drinking what we fondly remember as cough syrup, an early morning mission through the streets of NY barefoot, looking for pizza and ending up on the rooftop of said hosts apartment block talking about life…. But that’s a different story… Continue reading
Harvest Vegetarian
What happens when someone with the word ‘meat’ in their nickname, writing for a blog entitled the same and clearly a genuine lover of meat with a penchant for cynicism, goes to a vegetarian restaurant? I’ll give you one guess… Continue reading
Bishop Sessa
Once stumble upon on another weekly eating journey, this place caught my eye because f the offal on offer. Much more than boiled sheep’s balls, this looked all class, and was-it-ever! Continue reading
Kitchen by Mike
Obviously we had to cover this specific restaurant this year. It essentially says that I did it. You know, and every other guy called Mike in the world.
Still, the idea of seasonal, sustainable food from my namesake was too much to pass up. Continue reading
The feast (Four in Hand restaurant)
A pig, a whole pig, and nothing but the pig.
I think that’s how the saying goes, right?
It did for us this week that’s for sure, when we took part of a group feast that took down two pigs!