Outtakes + Half-yearly Roundup ⊹₊｡𝜗𝜚 ࣪🍻

My loves and glorious readers, the month of May has brought upon me a university workload that makes my eyes water as soon as I open GoogleDocs. Instead of going on my usual food-blogging proclivities, I have had to write about baseless, unjoyful and stupid things such as “sociology” and “Crime and Punishment.” I haven’t had a cocktail this whole month…Am starting to feel dizzy. Needed to feed my writing itch, so a quick bite-size piece for you as autumn draws to a close!

1. A freezing Tuesday calls for a double-pasta dinner with your girlfriend at Fabbrica in the CBD. Pictured, stunningly tart mafaldine all’Amatriciana with crisped up cubes of guanciale smoked so well it’s erotic. At her side, angelic, doused in pecorino snowfall – spaghetti cacio e pepe. I can be ur angle or yuor devil (haha the pastas are red and white). Paired best with the house limoncello spritz and searing hot gossip to defrost your skin from sitting outside.

2. Redfern, my Redfern. Relatively new Poketto serves up a divine mentaiko melt. This iteration comes with a luscious zig-zag of molten golden-yellow cod roe and cheese on a slice of shokupan. Cute radishes too. The space is a concrete cube with small sprigs of life in the form of prim and proper bonsai, bright teal accents and chimes of shaken ice.

3. Tanu-keen for Tanuki! The Matteo team served up blossoming “new style kingfish” with charming members of ikura, pickled jalapeno, truffle dashi and lashings of yuzu soy. More-ish, quick and puckering. However, you don’t need to trek to Double Bay to get some good crudo.

4. My preferred way of getting the veggies in. Canley Vale, the woman that you are. At Dragon Bowl Seafood Restaurant, sliced cylinders of tofu, enoki and shittake, broccoli and bok choy are slathered in a clear broth thickened with starch. My mother in law told me I’d like it and I humbly obliged. Restaurants like these, migrant owned and family-run, are the real unsung backbone of the Sydney food scene. Bring cash.