This was a birthday lunch, and with two dear friends visiting from Melbourne, the celebration called for a special place. Frogmore Creek Vineyard it was.
There are a few places I visit in Hobart where I feel I may just be in a parallel fairy tale world. One of them is the Brook Street Larder.
Quirky? Clever? Fun? It’s all of the above. A big welcome to this new kid on the block – The Quartermasters Arms in Hobart.
Where worlds collide, and tomorrow meets today, Kosaten throws us the twenty-first century on a tiny train. It’s a brave new world.
Not tickled, really! I agonised over writing this before dishing up a scathing account of our night at the Tickled Rib. A few pointers might help.
When a very urbane, food loving fine art valuer and dealer comes to town, where to go? Aah… either Glass House, or Frank methinks.
My stated aim of writing this blog about food and the food industry is to be kind and fair. But I agonised over this piece.
As we turn into the gorgeous landscape where the Bangor Wine & Oyster Shed sits like a proud peacock, admiring the view, I feel an oyster binge coming on.
Oh, the bliss! The change! And the trajectory… From a big empty barn of a coffee café and shop emerged the chrysalis-like Westend Pumphouse. Whether you’re a local or tourist, this place is a must visit! If only for the buns… It was Thursday, book launch day at Fuller’s Book Shop, then where to eat? My friend…
Should we expect more, or less? To be or not to be… While these two Italian restaurants are poles apart in their aims and demographics, we feel the need to compare them on certain levels at least.