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.
We challenge anyone to find sushi of this quality elsewhere in the world at these prices – why Tasmania has the world’s happiest man and why Steve, our resident chef became ‘Beef’ in one blink…. Steve – a fellow chef and devoted food person (but now we call him ‘Beef’ and you’ll find out why if…