There has been a lot of talk about the Rockpool Bar’s wagyu burger. Ever since Panu and I started our search for Sydney’s best burger, we’ve had numerous recommendations for many a burger joint, but none as much as this burger. We’d actually tried to order this burger last November when dining in the restaurant area, but alas, we weren’t allowed, so now three months later, we’ve finally done it.

And what did I think?

Well. Three things.

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dragon roll

I had originally started this post by talking about Roxette and how much I absolutely worship their awesome Swedishness, and I even included a link to their website. And then I realised what a douche I was being.  A link to Roxette? Puh-lease. How dare I insult their total famous-ness, like you guys wouldn’t know who they were. E.v.e.r.y.o.n.e. knows who Roxette are.

So I’ll talk about the dinner we had before seeing Roxette instead.

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Last weekend, Panu and I headed up to Brisvegas just for the weekend, to celebrate my mum’s 60th birthday. That was the only reason we went, although if you look at the amount of stuff we ate, you might be forgiven for thinking we’d embarked on some sort of Panu & Cat vs Food adventure.

I guess that is the beauty of going home, right? Whether it’s overseas or interstate, you have got to come back with an obligatory extra couple of kilos otherwise you just did not have a good enough time.

So, here’s what Brisbane looks like on a whirl-wind eating trip.

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A couple of weeks ago, I had a hankering for lychee sorbet. An absolute hankering. And so at about 11pm on a Saturday night, after I’d already showered and put on home clothes (you know the ones; old, soft, comfortable, holey) I got dressed and walked into Newtown with a bee-line for Gelatomassi.

But when I arrived, they told me they didn’t make any lychee sorbet that day.

Big Sad Face.

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If I was searching for the tallest burger in Sydney, this monstrosity from The Local Taphouse in Darlinghurst would have won hands down. I mean, just look at it. Look. At. It. The beef patty on its own is already like, I don’t know for sure but I’m going to say it’s 200-250 grams worth of beef there, and then they top it with the two hugest onion rings to have ever graced this planet. Puts them HJ’s onion rings (which I love) to shame.

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We have been to a – ‘scuse my French – butt load of BBQs lately. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I mean we moved all the way back to Australia just for BBQs right? Well, that plus the sunshine plus the beach. But since the weather hasn’t always been playing ball this season, the only guaranteed summer activity has pretty much been BBQs.

Which is all good and well until you run out of ideas for what to bring.

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