… and a lot old!
when i was twelve years old, my world revolved around the backstreet boys and i was convinced i was going to one day be, mrs nick. carter (insert lovey-eyes here). flash-forward seventeen years and not only have my backstreet boys cds been left unplayed for the better part of a decade and a half, but i can’t even remember all of the bsb’s names – some fan i am.
anyway, when it was announced the backstreet boys were coming to perth to perform my girlfriends and i (all of whom incidentally were once equally convinced that they too would marry nick carter) just had to go and relive our innocent youth. my mum always told me that if i couldn’t say anything night i shouldn’t say anything at all, so i’ll keep my comments on the actual concert short. firstly boys, no-one bought tickets to your concert to hear your new music. sorry, but we were all there to bring backstreet back and i wanted it that way (ha ha, see what i did there…); and secondly, no matter how hot you all were twenty years ago, now that we are all grown-up, there was something intensely awkward about watching 45-year-old men stand up on stage and shimmy their hips like they used to in the old days. let’s just say that by the end of the night my cheeks were aching from all the laughing.
but before our night of awkward, middle-aged shimmying, the girls and i hit up the new kid on the northbridge block – lucky chan’s laundry and noodle bar. i. love. this. place. the cocktails? amazing. the food? to die for. the atmosphere? so much fun. and to top it all off, on our way out we discovered there is a rooftop bar upstairs. we will so totally be back soon. any place that is hidden away behind the facade of an old laundry shop and sells gorgeous, crispy, glutenous, juicy pork belly and oriental cocktails holds a very important place in my heart (and, more importantly, in my stomach).
^^the sneaky little laundry facade^^
^^complete with waving kitty cats^^
^^why yes, little piggy, i think i will partake in one of your glorious beverages or two or four…^^
^^funky little personalised fortune cookies. an sweet little touch to finish off a great meal^^
is there any truer joy than the joy of a perfectly crunchy, perfectly gooey, perfectly perfect toasted cheese sandwich? this may be a slight over exaggeration given that i get somewhat more joy from my family and friends than i do from shovelling my face full of shallow-fried bread and cheese. nonetheless, my love for toasted cheese sandwiches is the single most compelling reason i could never become a carb-free vegan.
in about two months i am probably going to look back on this post and ask myself why on earth I wrote an ode to a grilled cheese sandwich. and the answer is quite simple – dairy and I are in love and nothing can stand between us. we have been in a rather exclusive relationship for the past 34 weeks (yep, just checked my calendar, I am 34 weeks pregnant) and it just satisfies and fulfils me in a way nothing else can. we are meant to be together (at least until little miss in born, anyway). so, as you can see i am infatuated and clearly cannot see reason…
and that is why i was so excited when i walked past toastface grillah and could finally succumb to its irresistible temptation which has been haunting endlessly me for the past six months or so since i first noticed it. this place is right up my alley (see what i did there? huh, huh, huh?) being that it is a funky little café, located down a back alley (and we know how i love anything located down an unassuming alleyway) on barrack street in the city that specialises in – wait for it – toasted sandwiches!!! …heaven, i’m in heaven…
i opted for the simple toasted cheddar sandwich and a small coffee, because when it ain’t broke don’t fix it. but if you are a little more ambitious with your toasted sandwich selection there is sure to be something on the menu that will float your boat including the ‘brie & jam’ (which is exactly what the label says along with a little mozzarella for good measure) and the ‘pear grillz’ (blue cheese, pear and lime chutney) among others. the coffee was nothing special – except for the price. where else can you get a flat white for $3.50 in Perth? – but the sandwich, oh the sandwich… the bread was buttery and crispy and crunchy and awesome. the cheese was oozy and gooey and tasty and divine. and really there is little more that can be said about a toasted cheese sandwich is there? but believe me, it was good.
i still cannot fathom the fact that it has taken me so long to sample the wares at toastface grillah and now that i have finally found it, i only have another week and half to enjoy it before i go on leave (leave, can i call it that? i’ll be busy finishing off the renovations, decorating, studying for and sitting exams, looking after thatcher and getting ready for little miss’ arrival). but i am totally sure that in that week and a half i am going to find at least one reason to pop of down and stuff my face with that cheesy bready goodness. t’face grillah, here i come…
in the painfully hip Brookfield Place lies the Asian fusion eatery known simply as the daily apple. nestled between print hall and bob’s bar it is the perfect meat in this oh so trendy nightspot sandwich.
so when we got the invitation to catch up with some dear friends of ours for some cocktails and share plates at apple daily I was super excited. dressed in my most hipster get up (or the most hipster get up you can find in maternity wear – skinny jeans, shirt buttoned up to the top and a choker necklace worn like a tie) – rod and I toddled down into the city like one of those child free and trendy couples who are seasoned participants in Friday night drinkies.
given the fact that im up the duff, i started the evening off with a refreshing citrus mocktail. rod, true to form, couldn’t be bothered to read the drinks menu and instead asked for a ‘citrus surprise’ – something alcoholic and citrusy. and my what a citrus surprise he received when he was presented with a gorgeous martini glass half full of lemony liquid and garnished with little tiny purple flowers. “your white lady boy, sir” said the waitress with a chuckle as she placed the drink down in front of him. leaving aside the name and the less-than-manly glassware, rod assures me it was a very pleasant way to start the night. ;-P
and then we got into the good stuff; the food. i think between the four of us we managed to order just about everything on the menu: saltwater duck, crispy soft-shell crab, pork rolls, mandarin duck, pork ribs, vegetable fried rice, the list goes on. by far the stand out dishes of the night were the pork ribs and soft-shell crab. i could quite happily eat these everyday for the rest of my life and never get sick of them. oh, that spicy nam jim sauce, I would put you on everything…
the atmosphere of apple daily could not be faulted either. it was vibrant and bustling and just felt full of life, but we could still easily hold a conversation without having to yell at each other across the table.
so as i sit here tonight in my pyjamas with my bowl of icecream, reminiscing about the night when I was cool and young and hip (well at least I thought I was) all I can think is that I will definitely be going back to apple daily some time soon – so long as I can find another maternity friendly hipster outfit.
^^^who ordered the white lady boy?^^
after our first visit to miss kitty’s saloon a few months ago, rod and I both agreed that we would definitely be back there (it helped that it is only around the corner from our house). having said that, it took until last friday night for us to finally make it back.
rod and I and a few of our friends hit up miss kitty’s for a late dinner and drinks for my birthday and it couldn’t have been a more perfect place! we gorged ourselves on corn fritters and hot wing pancake and ribs and (two serves) of chilli fries and my new favourite miss kitty’s dish – the pork nuggets. I think we may have even had more food than that, but after the staff brought out our free round of birthday shots i fear that my memories of my 28th birthday celebrations are less than clear…
thanks miss kitty’s we love you.
ps. since rod found out that you serve wings for breakfast, it has been everything I could do to keep him from knocking down your door every morning. although, it is his birthday next week, so I may just have to succumb and let him at ’em.
^^he wasn’t at miss kitty’s, but get him a scoop of bubblegum ice cream and he will forgive you for anything^^
a couple of cold, rainy and miserable fridays ago, godmummy, t and I toddled on down to the tuck shop on newcastle st in northbridge for lunch and a side of gossip.
given the gloomy weather, godmummy and I jumped straight to the pie section of the menu, settling on two beef and stilton pies – mine plain, hers nestled in a bed of mushy minted peas. it was divine. i actually think I used the word delicious over 10 times in less than an hour whenever I thought of that crispy puff pastry filled with a gloriously rich yet delicate filling. the flavour was a perfect winter combination! and all at only $12.50.
^^even t approved of the pie^^
I will definitely be back to the tuck shop soon (especially since I work around the corner); to be honest I can’t believe I hadn’t made it there earlier. not only was my pie scrumptious, it was accompanied by lovely coffee and brilliant service. it was one of the only places I have ever eaten where the staff were conscious not to put the hot coffee or knives or plates of food within t’s reach. it really is the little things that count.
one place you can always guarantee an amazing brunch in perth is sayers in leederville. i have been known to frequent this place on more than the occasional saturday morning.
my standard go-to breakfasts are the coriander + cumin beans tagine (aka sayers’ version of baked beans – amazing) and the oh-so-decadent doughnuts. both of these are choices that daddy arnold approves of because the tagine comes with a gorgeously poached egg on top and i have a slight aversion to eggs, so he always gets my extra egg, and the doughnuts, well, what’s not to love about doughnuts with caramel and banana and ice-cream and chocolate sauce?
this time though, when we got to sayers it was heading towards lunch time, so rather than my standard breakfast fare, I consulted the lunch menu and immediately was drawn to the confit tomato, rocket and feta concoction; three of my most favourite ingredients together. it was superb, as usual.
as i watched almost everyone around me have the most gooey and decadent slices of carrot cake i have ever seen brought out to them, it was all I could not to dive across the cafe face-first onto one of their plates. they looked, and i bet they tasted, magnificent. damn you all and your fast metabolisms!
is there nothing this funky little place can’t make?
cardigan by seed heritage; t-shirt by bonds baby and jeans by dymples for biq-w.
i haven’t been to moore + moore since way back in my uni days when it first opened up down a little alley way across the road from the university of notre dam school of law. back then, it was the funky new place to be seen between classes with fantastic coffee, greats baguettes and an excellent vibe.
so, when T and I were wandering around fremantle last friday looking for a place to have lunch I thought ‘why not pop into my old favourite?’ i was pleased to see that m+m had kept the same funky casual vibe, whilst expanding out onto the side walk and into the adjoining moore + moore art gallery. i also thought the kiddies corner play area was a particularly sweet addition to the garden dining area.
service was bright and cheerful, the lunch menu was short but sweet and the chicken and polenta dish was definitely something to write home about and I will surely be back for more (and more) in the near future. in fact, I’m dreaming about it now – succulent, juicy chicken, crisp rocket, sweet balsamic and cheesy polenta. simply delicious.
^^the fabulous and oh-so-inviting kiddies corner^^