You lucky ducks. Two posts in one! Where to buy really good fresh seafood in Hobart, and my Dad’s favourite seafood sauce recipe. Easy peasy.
To Nonesuch Distillery owner Rex Burdon, whose passion started way back in the corporate world, there was no better name for his beautiful gin.
You know that song “Hotel California”? Every time I step in to the Alabama, I hear that song. But it’s not a lonely place! It’s just got a retro feel.
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.
MoMa always draws a good crowd. And on a glorious Sunday in summer, one can visit MoMa – or the MONA Market – and enjoy ‘stone soup’.
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.
A superb blue sky day just outside Hobart, soaking up the green and blue of a blueberry orchard. Carl spends every day there. He knows he’s a lucky man.
Walking home laden from the Bathurst Street Farmgate markets, pastries waft into my brain. Daci and Daci pastries in fact.
I took in bucolic, rolling countryside with an old shearer’s quarters and shed at the top of the hill, with TWAMLEY FARM painted proudly on the roof.