The true test of a business is how it deals with a surge in custom. Front Beach Taphouse were sorely tested when we descended upon them recently.
Isn’t it such a buzz when you find a place that is run by passionate people who know their sh*t? That’s Little Missy Patisserie.
This time we’re at St. Albi’s which has been getting quite a reputation. Set back from Albert Road in Moonah, it draws the crowds pretty much every night.
Walking home laden from the Bathurst Street Farmgate markets, pastries waft into my brain. Daci and Daci pastries in fact.
A cosy sit by the fireplace, even in summer? Great pizza, flavours, and atmosphere. Hearth ticked our boxes and then some.
If there’s too much confusion, you need relief, and what better than some really good comedy? Even better still if it’s Jokers at the Polish Club.
If you want a change from the street food at the Farm Gate markets in Bathurst Street, where do you go? Ha, just round the corner and into Criterion.
How did Rude Boy land in Hobart? It’s a long way from Jamaica. Do I review this new boy on the block as a bar? A restaurant? A café? You be the judge.
The honey badger is the badass of the animal world. I think I want to be a honey badger. Unless it’s the one who sacrificed his balls for a cafe in Hobart.
When we finally reached Southbank, the place was a soggy mess. We pulled up at The Jetty, fanging at the bit. Or hungry, if the slang does your head in.