black pepper crab
Isn’t it always the same with holidays? They seem like eons away, and you count and you sleep and you count sleeps, and after longer than eternity times infinity, they finally arrive! And then you go, and before you know it, it’s over. GAH. I hate post holiday blues. I know it was only four days, but four days was enough for me to relax, forget about work and… gain a couple of kilos.
Dragon roll
When we had dinner out in Townsville over the Easter weekend, I instgrammed a photo of the sake-tini that Panu had and when someone asked where it was from, I said “a Japanese restaurant in a little town.” My sis-in-law jumped all over that in a second claiming that Townsville is in fact a “city”. But then, why call it TOWNsville?
Heh. I digress.
There are a number of misconceptions about me. For example, the misconception that I like to shop. I don’t. Or the misconception that I’m an extrovert (because, you know, I like to talk). I’m not. But the most common misconception of all is the very wrong expectation that I am a food snob.
I am so not a food snob it’s not even funny.
rogan josh
I’M ALIVE! Yes, yes I am. My last blog post was exactly one week ago, and believe it or not, this time I can’t point an accusing finger at my Instagram addiction. I’ve actually been way over here in Johanneburg, South Africa, hidden in the depths of corporate conferencing, barely surviving six days straight of 7.30am to 10pm sessions / networking dinners.
I’m tired.
Today has been the first time I’ve gotten back to the hotel at a reasonable hour and I could not wait to have a loooong hot shower, order room service and BUM. And by “bum”, clearly, I mean “blog”.
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.
When you come back from an eating haven like Hong Kong, the only thing anyone cares about is “what’s the best thing you ate?” Well, actually, for a normal person it might be “what did you buy?” but clearly, I am not normal. I don’t shop (seriously, hate shopping, not sure if I’m meant to be female).
But ask me what the best thing I ate (or drank) and I guarantee you I’ll give you the same answer every time.
Hui Lau Shan.