Shake Shack burger
It all started over a discussion about the utter crapness of wedding reception food. No matter where you have it, no matter who caters, it always leaves a lot to be desired. Unless you have a kick ass Chinese banquet, which is always good.

I made a passing comment years ago that if I got married, I would totally have Shake Shack and Luke’s Lobster cater my wedding because those two are things I possibly adore as much as I would adore my betrothed, so you know, it makes sense.

Well, as it turns out, I didn’t have a big wedding per se, but I did celebrate matrimony with all of my favourite things!

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seared yellow fin tuna, pork belly, pink grapefruit, black pepper caramel

I’ve had a preeeetty quite silly season this year. Working nights really cramps the party style and aside from a couple of Christmas lunches, I’ve missed most of the fancy-dressing alcohol-swilling gigs that have been happening across town the past month. But luckily, I am always free on weekends. Last Saturday, Panu’s dad treated us to lunch at Flying Fish, sort of as an early Christmas thing because we’re off on our trip this Friday (THREE SLEEPS TO GO!).

Well, I tell you what. I would happily sacrifice all the drinks in the world for another meal at Flying Fish*.

* Sure, fine, it helps that I am not a big drinker and well, I do love my food. Just a bit.

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It has been 22 months since I had a decent holiday. I know I seem to travel a lot, but unless by “travel” you mean “three-day-no-rest-city-break” then ok, I travel a lot. But believe me when I say those city breaks? You definitely need a holiday to recover from them. The last time I took more than three days off in a row was February 2011 – a trip which started off great but ended with major surgery, so you know, not great.

But hey, it’s now only seven sleeps until we hit up London and New York, followed by a week of cutting the snow in Whistler! I am beyond excited.

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Hurricane’s Grill. There isn’t much I need to say about it except that in my very humble opinion, they do The Best Ribs In The Entire Universe. I thought they were the best from the first time I tried them (about a decade ago when they were only at Bondi). I’ve since tried ribs all over the world – and yep, they’re still the best. So why haven’t I blogged about them before?

Well, my hands were always too sauced up to take photos, obviously.

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