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.
Hobart is like a great lady of the burlesque. She’s constantly teasing, revealing, and always her colourful history informs the smallest detail.
A cosy sit by the fireplace, even in summer? Great pizza, flavours, and atmosphere. Hearth ticked our boxes and then some.