Category: Restaurant reviews ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
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I had a really good dinner at Bistro Grenier
It’s raining like God’s arse on a King Street Sunday and my belly is rumbling French. People always ask what my favourite cuisine is, and my answer usually raises eyebrows. Vive la France (◍·̀Ⱉ·́◍) !!!!!!!! And Bistro Grenier reminded me exactly why. The stairs inside Odd Culture lead you up to our lady Gren, she’s…
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Buzzing through Berlin (And my diagnosis for Sydney)
Taste is knowledge. As Whit & Whipps (2000, p. 26) put it, taste, uniquely among the senses, dissolves its object into the body: “the object to be known in tasting becomes part of the knower in a sense of being swallowed and transformed.” This Busy Bee article is strictly no funny business. I hope you’re…
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Bar Juju on dat beat
Painter Pierre Bonnard once wrote in his journals that “colour… has yet to become light.” So I crane my neck upward, and I saw. Light box fixtures and circling divots kiss the lobby of The Eve Hotel with hazy imprecision. Within, unharnessed warm hues of salmon pink, pearly creams and denim jean blue make quiet…
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Sipping the Witches Brew
·:*¨༺ ♱ Through a narrow cobblestone path, the rosy outline of an angel directions us to enter into the basement depths. Enshrouded in lulling shadows cast from the candlelight, gothic arches built by soot coloured bricks flicker in a bated breath. Floor to ceiling fixtures are a testament to the eerie, where wood pillars stand…
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Tis the Season of the Wine Bar
In the leafy backstreets of Surry Hills, Jane sings in a palette of dark ochre walls, camel browns and apricot candlelight. These hues articulate the mid-century modern home of the 70s, an interior reminiscent of the restaurants namesake, Jane, who is the grandmother of the owner-chef Tristan Rosier. Past the bar, the secondary dining room…
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Busby’s. Certainly for the Busy Bee.
Oxford House’s magic ruby slippers, a slinking horizontal across Paddington. The big bad wine bar engulfs three little fashion writing interns and feeds the girls silly. Such a riot in such a quiet space; where vinyl records spin drowsily and sunken coral-red walls are plastered with pictures evidencing good times past. We settle in a…
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SuperWHAT?! (⊙_⊙) 💚
My boyfriend hops off his lime bike and there we see it. A great green smize. The queue is fantastic for such a fresh debut. Saturday morning kisses us with sunshine and makes us chatter our teeth in her chill. Due to August’s luck, we’re seated right at the bar. A lamp, mosaiced with the…
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Potts Point, Home of the Classic Date Night
I came here for one thing. And one thing only. Long did I anticipate this dish found at Challis Avenue – it was gone for a few weeks and to my surprise, this dish was unearthed back into the menu. In the lightest manner I can manage, I do not have an affinity for the…
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Why the hell am I in Lidcombe?
Brilliance abstracts where simplicity begins. Yeah I caved and got the famous perilla oil noodles. Yeongdonsik presents itself as a deceptively simple endeavour with a limited and concentrated menu; scratching my head, I initially questioned its popularity, after eating, I understood and wholeheartedly accepted the full-house 10 minutes after opening queue. On a Wednesday mind…
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( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨ Well, Baba is going to feed us whatever we want tonight!!!!
Baba’s Place, I’ve seen you before; you’re in my dad’s contact name, my Italian primary school best friend’s kitchen in Brighton-le-Sands, the plates that my Arab co-worker brought to the mid-year party at the Rockdale Noffs, my Vietnamese (to be) in laws hectic parties, in the sweets my elderly Greek canteen lady who worked with…
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