Thursday, 21 January 2016

potts pointed

Earlier this week we decided to have dinner at Lau's relative shop here in Syd City: Fei Jai, Cantonese Eatery. 


We started slowly, but with enough impetus.


I pretty much didn't remember my last visit to this tiny spot.


Sunday, 17 January 2016

lamington of the year

Away from my original plans, yesterday I came back home with a lamington from the Carriageworks market. It was a present from the one and only phenomenal Fenn.



From the outside it looked like any other lamington, but the inside was far more irresistible. Apparently it was made with pannacotta, which avoided the dryness sometimes drives the digestive process.



It wasn't thick as I remember. By the contrary it was light and tasteful, while not too sweet. The guys at Flour and Stone in Woollomooloo really did an admirable job.



Saturday, 16 January 2016

saturday market

This morning we went to the market at Carriageworks, which turned out to be a fantastic idea.


This Bolivian fruit known as Achacha (Achachairú, Garcinia humilis) was a fabulous discovery.



Friday, 15 January 2016

whole lotta coffee

Oz is the place to enjoy great coffee. We know it, so we try to benefit from it.



These first two weeks of 2016 have taken us to a few different place, some old and some new.


Thursday, 14 January 2016

really f**kin hot

Today was one of those days when we had a little bit of everything. After a pleasurable visit to Bronte beach, we apparently reached 40C, and not much later than 3pm a beautiful storm unloaded in Syd City.



It was the perfect situation to enjoy a few G&Ts. Luckily we were ready for such circumstance to take place, so we did not hesitate.

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

another syd summer

Nothing better than starting the new year under the sun, in the middle of a warm summer. That's the beauty of being down under at this time of the year.



The liquid list of a good summer celebration is crucial. So, even if certain limitations contained most efforts, we tried to follow a balanced approach.



The unavoidable Albariño by Pedralonga for any reasonable summer travelled with us, all the way through our Turkish nightmare. As expected, it was a delight. I took the risk of trying something I knew nothing about. In the shop I saw five different options from the same winery, again from SA. A Grenache from the Fugazi Vineyard, which I guess was far too unusual for our throats.


As a result of a previous conversation with a local Victorian, we decided to try a co-fermented, skinsy tangy wine from Italian varietals, the Heathcote Red from the well-known Chalmers vineyard: Nero d'Avola, Chardonnay, Negroamaro and a little Riesling.


Our only visit to the Five Ways wine community was influenced by an almost inexistent budget. However, both Victorian acquisitions made the investment worth every dollar.



Firedoor was the only restaurant I was looking forward, given the connection to our all time favourite in Atxondo. There we tried this unknown Pinot Noir, with a Tintinesque label: Googmorning Tom by Patrick Sullivan in Ellinbank (VIC).



We brought a few bubbles, which had to be Cava, and worked perfectly well for our early summer domestic holiday. It took me a while, but this month of January was my basic introduction to the Ruggabellus creations in SA. Their Archaeus, predominantly Syrah, was an incentive after my first bottle of Sallio.



Due to our host's preferences and, again, our limited budget, I believe we had more rosés this trip than probably during the previous ten years. This one from Geelong had a beautiful colour, but it was not my top one.



A 2008 Colet-Navazos we also got at Five Ways during my last visit, back in 2014, was waiting for us. I think the time gone by had a positive impact. At least it was the first time I liked their Extra Brut so much.



Our last sip came from a rather poor wine list on Crown Street. Another Italian varietal: a Fiano from McLaren Vale. I must say it went well with our dinner.

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

turkish no more

The end of our year is going to take place in Istanbul, and it's not that we planed on it. By the contrary it was the colossally innervating incompetence delivered by the carrier supposed to be the Best European Airline of the Year (what a joke): Turkish Airlines.