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Wow, how hard is it to go back to work after a four day weekend, guys? I’m struggling today. It’s 3pm and I’ve just checked my frequent flyer points balance because what better way to get over the holiday blues (even a small one) than to book another holiday? Despite it only being a three day trip, our little rendezvous to Melbourne over Easter was fantastic – lots of rest, some touristing and most importantly, no shortage of deliciousness. .
I had a free pass last night! This doesn’t happen often. The last time I was out on a weeknight doing something not associated with work was September last year, I shit you not. But if I plan far ahead enough, sure I can take a night off. Last night’s occasion was a show at The State Theatre, Red Bull Flying Bach, where breakdance crew Flying Steps interpret Johann Sebastian Bach’s music in dance. It was pretty awesome, but what was more awesome was the fact that I Got To Eat Out. ON A WEEKNIGHT. .
Last weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. Don’t they always? On Saturday morning, we brunched at BangBang Espresso Bar & Cafe, a cute little place perched high atop the Reservoir Street hill in Surry Hills, a hill I’m all too familiar with trudging. But yet, I’d never actually been in BangBang and wow, my life is that much better now that I have. .
steamed murray cod fillet, shaved abolone, snow peas, black fungi, ginger, green shallot vinaigrette I say this often, and I mean it even more often: I never ever associate my work with my social media. It’s not that I’m ashamed of what I do on social media, I just (a) know of people who’ve been busted talking about work on the Twittersphere and (b) I really don’t want to censor my potty mouth, just in case work people happen to see my feed. So even though work paid for Panu and I to have dinner at three hatted Est., I’m still not going to talk about it, in fear of being dooced one day. .
sashimi appetiser I had a long week last week. Early mornings, late nights, six hours of back to back calls on Valentine’s night. Yep, it was one of those weeks. When the clock struck 6pm on Friday, I was happy enough to just go home and sleep, but Panu suggested out of the blue that he take me to dinner at Saké Restaurant instead. Who am I to complain? I certainly married the right guy! .
Goma street: caramelised white chocolate, sesame ice cream Last week was full of massive celebrations. I’d survived two weeks of work (which was not easy!), my family was in town, Panu finished studying (ready to make us millions now) and oh yes, we were also celebrating the fact that we got married. But mainly, I was excited to have family in town because that meant quality time with the queen of cuteness herself aka my niece. We ate. Yes, we ate a lot all week. And amongst the gluttony was one very civilised, extremely enjoyable meal at Sokyo. .
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