8 hour wood-fired milk fed Mirrool Creek lamb
Do you believe in fate? I don’t really, I’m far too practical to ever believe that things happen “for a reason”, but sometimes I think that something is challenging me to believe that there are greater powers at work. Like, the will of a greater power for me to shove my face into a pile of meat.
The Federation Burger @ Charlie & Co: Seasoned Angus beef pattie with tomato relish,
tomatoes, lettuce, aged cheddar, fried egg, bacon, sautéed onion and aioli
Panu and I are on the hunt for (in our very humble opinion) the best burger in Sydney. We like our burgers. I’m not sure if it’s the casualness of it all, the simple yet satisfying combination of good beef on a good bun with good sauce… but there’s something about burgers that we just love, and well, we want to find one which truly steals our hearts here in Sydney.
But we’re yet to find one (and recommendations are most welcome).
Based on the title of this post, you’d expect me to have a photo of said wagyu up top, wouldn’t you? And honestly, I totally would have but try as I might, I could not get a decent shot of the wagyu. Granted it was preeeeetty dark in Rockpool Bar & Grill, I still managed to get semi-decent shots of everything else, but when it came to the wagyu, I couldn’t stop shaking from sheer excitement and so all the photos turned out blurry.
But hey, it tasted awesome! (and I do share a photo further down in the post)…
It all started five years ago. Our eyes met over a steaming dish of pad thai… ok I lie, that would be all too convenient, wouldn’t it? I have in my head various versions of how “it all started”. I mean, I’ve known Panu for years, we worked at the same company but it didn’t “all start” when we first met. Truthfully? I thought he was totally weird when we first met, but that’s a whole nother story.
We don’t often go to Kobe Jones. It is what everybody says it is; it’s over priced, the service is meh and oh, but if you’re a “legs” guy, it’s probably worth your while to go, just to check out the girls they put up front to meet and greet guests. Wowza.
But once in a while, we do go to Kobe Jones for one reason and one reason only. (Although, after this visit, we now have two reasons to go, but that kinda ruins the flow of my story). The volcano roll. And for $39 for eight pieces of sushi, you’d better believe that it’s fucking mind blowing.
No, I haven’t been to Porteño. I know I’m missing out. Trust me, the carnivore in me is yearning to satisfy its red meat desires. I want to go so bad it almost hurts. But I can’t. Yet. Because being the utterly considerate social citizen that I am, I’m waiting to go with friends who can’t make it until December, so for now, I’ll read everyone else’s posts and… yearn.
But! I have been to Gardel’s Bar upstairs! 😀