Frenchs Forest Farmer’s Market
Sometimes know as the ‘Campbelltown by the sea’ (a joke for Sydney locals only, sorry)- Frenchs Forest Organic Markets are a hive of activity come Sunday morning. Amazing produce, stalls and weird people galore, this was going to be an interesting one for my sarcasm meter… 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
Chinta Ria (Mood for Love)
A so-so week at Yum Cha last week couldn’t put me off remaining in Asia this week. Albeit with cuisine I find much more enjoyable. A movie themed, village style restaurant meant anything could happen here… Continue reading
Porteno
Argentinean grills, mostly know for their meat. hence the ‘grill’. however, as you’ll see today, I was left salivating over something a little more green… Continue reading
Earth to Table
The idea of never eating food that is cooked above 44 degrees Celsius intrigues me. My mind can’t wrap itself around the concept, especially when it has questions such as-
Apparently none of this enters into the head of a raw food enthusiast, as to a ‘Raw Foodie’ heat or cooking equals death, or dead food, and is certainly not worthy of putting into the body. Continue reading
Sydney Fish Markets
I remember a time when the sight of an oyster would almost make me dry reach.
I mean, look at them… how can a 7 year old boy think that is going to be good to eat?!
I still think similar, but have indulged, and did again this week at the fish markets.
About Life
NN: “Would you like to share a side of bacon, or would you like your own bacon?”
MC: (Raises eyebrow) “Use your intuition, what do you think my answer to that ‘question’ is likely to be?”
And so, breakfast ensued… Continue reading
Fifty Two 