I was talking to a buddy of mine a while ago about the weirdest couple names she’s ever heard of/used herself. She didn’t say anything too outlandish (wax candle was my favourite; who calls their significant other: ‘wax candle?). She then asked me the same question and I was stumped. Except for some weird lapses … Continue reading
I make my own blend of iced coffee at home and it tastes awful. I still drink it because I need a pick me up in the morning and leaving the house looking like an extra that’s crawled off the set of ‘the Walking Dead’ is deemed unprofessional. Continue reading
This is an upscale burger. This isn’t my family’s old Toyota Camry; this is a Lamborghini speeding its way into my stomach. Continue reading
Shake Shack should be a national heritage site. It should be placed on all ‘places to visit’ brochures of every city fortunate enough to boast one of (if not the best) burger franchises in the Milky Way. Am I being hyperbolic? Hell, I might be underselling the greatest burger experience I’ve ever had. Continue reading
There is nothing wrong with having high expectations, that just means you have high standards and that you’re not willing to settle for anything less than a superb crab po boy. Continue reading
I’d suggest you sneak in some chicken salt but I’m pretty sure the staff would catch you and it’d be hard to explain that you were merely following the advice of a food blogger that’s not even in Sydney’s top 150. Continue reading
The pork belly burger had my heart racing in my skin tight jeans and it’ll definitely be in my teenage dreams tonight. Continue reading
I approve of anything that can make me laugh and a grown woman trying to catch deep fried fish falling out of her burger fits that category. Continue reading
Someday, I’ll dedicate an entire blog entry to who has the best fries in Sydney (perhaps the world) and Charlie & Co’s offering will definitely make the list. Continue reading
The synergy displayed by the contents of the burger was reminiscent of Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen during the Chicago Bulls’ heyday; an absolutely winning combination at their absolute apex. Continue reading
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