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!
“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?
AAAAH! Sunday brunch! A favourite time of the week for me and my friends, and obviously a lot of other people around Australia. And in Hobart, as in any other largish town here in Oz, we’re spoilt for choice. Ginger Brown has been quietly doing its thing for a while now, and wow! They’re still…
So humming the song, we bounced a little, and settled at an outside table at Annie’s Kitchen.This place is a bit like an Aladdin’s cave of foodie delights.
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.
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.
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.