San Churro was a monk who changed the bitter Aztec chocolate drink into a sweet delicacy. It’s also the name of chocolateria franchise now in Salamanca.
Delilah, at the front of the restaurant, stood 8 feet tall in black leather, handcuffs and whip swinging from a thin belt around her waist. Zing!
New Sydney Hotel is a shining example of an old pub given new life by a sharp, clever entrepreneur. Boring old pub food? Think again.
They’ve depth chargers on the menu, fishwives’ garden & battle of Cadiz stuff. One of Hobart’s oldest restaurant institutions – The Drunken Admiral.
There he is again. Our old friend Winston, though this time not at the Astor Hotel, but up in North Hobart at big old pub called The Winston.
An industry in crisis? Yes, I’ve said it before and I hope everyone’s listening. Because we need to act.
As we stepped into the 1920’s Art Deco ambience of the Astor Grill, one could almost picture Winston and Nancy swapping insults and port in a dark corner.
“My sister?” says Hyacinth Bucket, “She’s the one with the Mercedes, swimming pool and room for a pony…” Did you know that’s the name’s genesis?
Here is our pathetic attempt at a Heston dish, this time dessert. Against our best attempts at sabotaging an easy dish to recreate, it was still okay.
Brioche is now almost ubiquitous, having forced its French way into our kitchens with its sweet, soft, spongy deliciousness.