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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I’m not sure if it’s public knowledge or relevant knowledge or even remotely interesting to any of you. I think maybe it’s one of those irrelevant pieces of factoids that I seem to regularly force upon you guys, but I’m giving it to you anyway. Over a decade ago – woah wait, over a decade ago? How old am I? Older than I look, is the right answer and every time I say that out loud, I feel the muscles tighten around my templates from fear, anxiety and hm, maybe it’s actually creating new wrinkles *ack!* but that’s for a-whole-nother blog post.

A post for when I have a glass of several bottles of wine with me.

But I digress.

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garlic & herb barramundi, cuttlefish & calamari

A few months ago, a PR emailed me asking for my opinion on the best fish and chips in the UK. I replied with “Morgans Seafood in Brisbane”. “No, in the UK,” she reiterated. “Oh. Well in that case, nothing.”

Because honestly, after having grown up with Morgans Seafood’s fish and chips, nothing in the world even compares, let alone be “the best” although, “be the least worst” could also be another way of looking at it.

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If you’re in Brisbane on a Saturday morning and the sun is a-shining, drive on down to West End Markets on Montague Road. It’s an eclectic mix of food, fashion and all kinds of odd things and definitely worth some wandering around. Last Saturday we did just that and not only did we pick up some cheap fruits and veg, I got me a jar of macadamia nut BUTTER.

OMG. I tasted some at the stall and died on the spot. I bought a jar but my dad says I can’t open it until I’m back in London. But WHY?! I want to rub it all over my face it’s so damn delicious.

*Sigh*

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Note to visitors (well, not visitors to this blog – although, Hi! – but visitors to my little home town of Brisbane) – if you’re after Chinese food, do not – I repeat do not – go to Chinatown. Aside from a couple of tacky Chinese murals and obligatory statues of dragons and lions, there’s nudda much happening in Chinatown and the food is certainly Not Happening.

Instead, drive southbound to Sunnybank, Brisbane’s unadulterated, unashamed suburb filled with the Chinese folk of this city and it is here you’ll find all the best Asian food in Brisbane. I found myself a Little Singapore.

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