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.
fat stacked ricotta hotcakes with bacon ice cream from Cowbell 808, Surry Hills
There are more truths to life than death and taxes. For me, for example, other truths include the fact that:
Fact, fact and more fact. So without further adieu, sit back and soak up the breakfast food p0rn that is about to besiege your eyes (all taken with instagram, of course). These are some of Sydney’s best breakfasts.
You know when you’re going away for a beach break and you pray and pray for great weather? And then it’s all sunny all the way up to your trip and then it’s overcast when you’re there and then it’s sunny the day you leave? Yeah, that. That is exactly what happened last weekend when a few of my girlfriends and I decided to take a trip up to Terrigal for a quick 24 hour vitamin D boost. The day we arrived was absolute shit (‘scuse the French), but of course the day we leave, it’s all sunshine and phenomenal.
But we made the most of it, even if it meant having to go wander around Erina Fair shopping mall for a couple of hours 🙂
salmon tartare
It is absolutely a sign of old age when you start finding the music at bars a little too loud, when you frown at queues to get into clubs (and even more so at the outfits in the queues) and definitely when you call it a night well before midnight. Gone are the days of heading out at 11pm, of short dresses and sky high heels, of partying until the sun rose.
You know you’re old when a “big night out” is dinner and drinks and back on the couch before the clock strikes twelve. Yep, that’s my kind of night 😉
cordero moruno – whole shoulder of lamb marinated in Moorish spices cooked in a josper charcoal oven
All I can say is… I need to go back to Movida during the day, so that I can take prettier photos. I mean, just wait til you see the crappy state of these photos! I’m ashamed. But alas, I’ll take one for the team and post these anyway because blurry or not, you need to know how amazing Sydney’s newest “it” restaurant is and in all honesty, I’d go again during the day. Or at night. Or even during a black out.
Sometimes I go to a restaurant and I don’t post about it because I want to go back and try more things and be able to share more about the place with you. Sometimes it happens. Sometimes it just doesn’t, because every time I go back, I eat the same damn thing.
The Milk Bar by Cafe Ish certainly not the first place this has happened.