At last a cafe that looks over the sea.
Food was good. service was even better. Company was best of all.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Today I had the worst bowl of noodles ever.
I planned to go to the movies.. had given myself at least an hour to eat. Went to Ruby Thai in Coolangatta. I wasn't expecting anything fantastic, but was not expecting disgusting. It was simply ghastly. Thai food is not done all that well in the southern end of the coast, but this was horrid. The menu said rice noodles with chilli, basil and vegetables (I may have read fresh in that mix) what I received for $17.50 was so bad that I really couldn't eat it. It was dried rice noodles in a sort of ketchup/ chilli sauce. It was like a v. bad sweet and sour. I was really hungry and by myself, so I thought I'll eat a bit and go. I couldn't; it was horrid. The waitress at least queried why my returned plate was full. I told her her why it was bad, but I would accept full responsibility for the bill. Meanwhile the owners sitting at the only occupied table seemed to be eating quite nice food, but didn't care about the situation at my table. I paid my bill in full... $21.00 and left very hungry. I over heard them talking about their trade. Good weather during the day so that people go to the beach.... and then to their restaurant at night. Guess that's what you get for dining in the tourist strip.
I planned to go to the movies.. had given myself at least an hour to eat. Went to Ruby Thai in Coolangatta. I wasn't expecting anything fantastic, but was not expecting disgusting. It was simply ghastly. Thai food is not done all that well in the southern end of the coast, but this was horrid. The menu said rice noodles with chilli, basil and vegetables (I may have read fresh in that mix) what I received for $17.50 was so bad that I really couldn't eat it. It was dried rice noodles in a sort of ketchup/ chilli sauce. It was like a v. bad sweet and sour. I was really hungry and by myself, so I thought I'll eat a bit and go. I couldn't; it was horrid. The waitress at least queried why my returned plate was full. I told her her why it was bad, but I would accept full responsibility for the bill. Meanwhile the owners sitting at the only occupied table seemed to be eating quite nice food, but didn't care about the situation at my table. I paid my bill in full... $21.00 and left very hungry. I over heard them talking about their trade. Good weather during the day so that people go to the beach.... and then to their restaurant at night. Guess that's what you get for dining in the tourist strip.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
To blog or not to blog
I think that I will continue to blog. maybe not with the passion of the first few weeks. I have so many exciting things to blog about.
Yes at mavis's yet again. My menu choice was the ham salad..... super granny dish. It was a hot sticky night and yet another birthday. It was good, but not nearly as good as the company of friends.
Yes at mavis's yet again. My menu choice was the ham salad..... super granny dish. It was a hot sticky night and yet another birthday. It was good, but not nearly as good as the company of friends.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Don't shop at the SUPERMARKETS!
Watching 4Corners tonight I was reminded of why I started this blog in the first place. I have long disliked supermarkets, but like most of us shop there, because of the hours and convenience. I've kept fairly true to my New Year's resolution not to buy so called fresh food from the fresh food people, but failed fairly badly at not going there more than once a month or less. Have I sought out small grocers and independents. Well yes....... Do I shop there regularly .... well no. I love Green Garage in Byron despite the hopeless traffic in Byron Pay. In Brisbane Sirrani's in the valley is wonderful. The Ferry Road precinct in Southport is good, but pricey, but they are all too far away to be practical on a daily basis.
I believe that we have to shop with our ideals. This country has already lost its manufacturing industry. Every day I drive through some of the richest horticultural in the land. Most months I see yet another real estate sign out.
New vow to stop using the supermarkets, shop fresh, buy local. It is easy here ... no excuse. Wish that the Hill ST Grocer was within 10 kms of me.
I believe that we have to shop with our ideals. This country has already lost its manufacturing industry. Every day I drive through some of the richest horticultural in the land. Most months I see yet another real estate sign out.
New vow to stop using the supermarkets, shop fresh, buy local. It is easy here ... no excuse. Wish that the Hill ST Grocer was within 10 kms of me.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
A Landmark at SunnyBank Plaza
A Tuesday leaving Brisvegas... Not so much Greek deli as taken over by the Poles. Our little jaunt to the Greek deli.... not so good. Mind you we had a great time posh digs... good music and Chinese... really awful Greek on the Monday. I will never eat Greek with Jimmy ever. I loved the simple food at Ouzueri. Wanker food at Kafe meze...not so much.
Anyway...leaving Brizzie after a great Spanish thing at Miros... loving the good time we had ...did really care. Gloria GPS told us where to go. Well I had done done some research! Jimmy worried that we would be the only people there and the food the food would be stale. The joint was rocking at 11:30 and still at 2:00pm when we finally left. This is the yum cha joint to die for.... there is a counter where you can butt in for duck or greens or even custard tarts if you are in a hurry. Mind you it is all well above average for yum cha north of Sydney.
Anyway...leaving Brizzie after a great Spanish thing at Miros... loving the good time we had ...did really care. Gloria GPS told us where to go. Well I had done done some research! Jimmy worried that we would be the only people there and the food the food would be stale. The joint was rocking at 11:30 and still at 2:00pm when we finally left. This is the yum cha joint to die for.... there is a counter where you can butt in for duck or greens or even custard tarts if you are in a hurry. Mind you it is all well above average for yum cha north of Sydney.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I'm all stewed up
I'm a big fan of the stew, particularly in winter, but have never owned one of those lovely french cast iron pots. So in this winter of discontent, I decided that one of them must be mine. Several forays into the posh cooking shops .... sorry love we have sold out. My nasty cheap pot went in the council clean-up ... you know when your rubbish is rubbish if no-one picks it up before the council truck comes.
I had to drop someone at the hated shopping mall close to K-mart and thought that I might look in there and there it was!!! Cheap copy of my holy grail reduced from $79 to $24. With some trepidation the purchase was made. A small mountain of chicken thigh chops from dubious chicken shop plus a small mountain of organic garlic yielded a small ocean of Chicken with forty cloves of garlic - well it was closer to one hundred. It was good, but I was over it by the fourth meal. The pot though was a delight... even though it takes two people to lift it.
I went back to the dreaded mall and happily bought another four pots.... thus saving myself at least $220. Nowhere to store them in my house, they took up residence in the boot of my car.
Plan was I could happily stew away the winter and bestow my friends with a pot of fine food and they would not have to return the dishes. Call me a little OCD. A second foray with chicken with 40 cloves of garlic ended up with me with maybe food poisoning... the pot takes hours to cool down...and yes I have that sorted now.... chicken went to landfill. (would have made great compost maybe). The next urge was rendang. Yet another massive pot, but this went to a very good home and no food poisoning.
As it was the long weekend, I made a little trip along the flash new bypass to the ferry road markets and what should I see, but the most beautiful veal shanks since living in Norwood in close proximity to Italian butchers. Monday was spent in the happy company of slow cooking Osso Bucco. Gave the pot and some of its contents to a friend... whose kids were not at all impressed by my quite gentle gremolata. She has been very polite and says that it is OK and I must say that I found sucking the marrow out of the small bones creepy but enormously energising.
So here's the thing.... only 2 more pots. One went in its box as a birthday present.... (vegetarian and the carnivorous sands has problems with vege stews) I went to my fav butcher on Thursday and he had hogget chops for a miserly amount of money. (about a 1/4 of the price of the veal bones)
So I need a recipe for slow cooked hogget chops with a Turkish feel. I love older sheep meat and want to treat it well. Any help would be appreciated.
I had to drop someone at the hated shopping mall close to K-mart and thought that I might look in there and there it was!!! Cheap copy of my holy grail reduced from $79 to $24. With some trepidation the purchase was made. A small mountain of chicken thigh chops from dubious chicken shop plus a small mountain of organic garlic yielded a small ocean of Chicken with forty cloves of garlic - well it was closer to one hundred. It was good, but I was over it by the fourth meal. The pot though was a delight... even though it takes two people to lift it.
I went back to the dreaded mall and happily bought another four pots.... thus saving myself at least $220. Nowhere to store them in my house, they took up residence in the boot of my car.
Plan was I could happily stew away the winter and bestow my friends with a pot of fine food and they would not have to return the dishes. Call me a little OCD. A second foray with chicken with 40 cloves of garlic ended up with me with maybe food poisoning... the pot takes hours to cool down...and yes I have that sorted now.... chicken went to landfill. (would have made great compost maybe). The next urge was rendang. Yet another massive pot, but this went to a very good home and no food poisoning.
As it was the long weekend, I made a little trip along the flash new bypass to the ferry road markets and what should I see, but the most beautiful veal shanks since living in Norwood in close proximity to Italian butchers. Monday was spent in the happy company of slow cooking Osso Bucco. Gave the pot and some of its contents to a friend... whose kids were not at all impressed by my quite gentle gremolata. She has been very polite and says that it is OK and I must say that I found sucking the marrow out of the small bones creepy but enormously energising.
So here's the thing.... only 2 more pots. One went in its box as a birthday present.... (vegetarian and the carnivorous sands has problems with vege stews) I went to my fav butcher on Thursday and he had hogget chops for a miserly amount of money. (about a 1/4 of the price of the veal bones)
So I need a recipe for slow cooked hogget chops with a Turkish feel. I love older sheep meat and want to treat it well. Any help would be appreciated.
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