The Pie Tin, Newtown
Tim Tams are an Australian classic like me taking a girl out to dinner to have her tell me we’re great friends.
Tim Tams are an Australian classic like me taking a girl out to dinner to have her tell me we’re great friends.
I finished dinner five minutes ago yet I’m salivating. That’s just a murderer’s row of quality ingredients all under the one roof. It’s like the cast of Love Actually.
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 …
My co-workers visited Three Williams in the morning and told me that the coffee was pretty amazing. Due to the fact that I have trust issues built up over years of lies from my parents (I’m still recovering from Santa being just some dude with a fake beard), I had to see for myself it the coffee lived up to the hype.
Everyone that follows me on Instagram knows that I still have a bit of a problem when it comes to ice cream. So you can imagine the chain of events that unfolded upon me learning of a new gelato place that was garnering a heap of praise.
I just had to get the inside scoop.
Say what you will about America, but free refills are something I’m very passionate about. I think it’s an excellent idea and I’m glad Ikkyu does it as long as you preserve some of your soup.
The texture is amazing as you tear away at this roll and savouring every bite like you’re making out with the girl you’ve had a crush on since third grade. The satisfaction of accomplishment, the flavour and the triumphant emotions that just swell through every fiber of your being…..damn.
I’m a terrible cook. Case in point: when I was younger; I thought that dumping a bunch of ingredients into my fried rice would make it tastier. Leftovers? They’re going in. Bacon? Well, you can’t leave that out. Pizza from three nights ago? It’s different, but normal is overrated so you’re going in too!
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.
I don’t have a point of comparison but the garlic dynamic made this an incredibly delicious bowl of ramen for me. The garlic flakes added another texture and flavour that was just what I wanted even if I didn’t know I wanted it beforehand.
Spoiler alert: We had two dessert courses because…just because, okay?
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.
The pork belly burger had my heart racing in my skin tight jeans and it’ll definitely be in my teenage dreams tonight.
One more time for dramatic effect; this might be the best tea I’ve ever had. The scent of passionfruit seduced me completely and the staff at the Choc Pot was really confused as to why I was suddenly topless in public view.
Old Town Hong Kong Cuisine might feature some of the most photogenic dishes in Sydney. I just couldn’t believe how magnificent a sight the dumplings made encased in their bird’s next container.
Eel sushi is my favourite. Whoever figured out that cream cheese and eel are best friends deserves whatever they want in life. My two eel topped morsels were quite large and topped with deep fried crisps. I ate these two so fast that the flavours barely registered. When they did, it felt like I was receiving a tongue massage from the finest foods the ocean and dairy Gods could offer.
Oh my. So good.
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
This was the first item on the menu.
Mint Pho’s signature beef noodle soup with wagyu beef. Are you pho real? Continue reading
If these hot dogs were the Beatles; my karaage dog would’ve been John Lennon, my kransky would’ve been Paul McCartney, the teriyaki chicken would’ve been George Harrison and the poor potato and beef croquette would’ve been Ringo Starr. He would’ve been the drawcard for any other band but tonight was not the night. 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
Growing up, I was a very picky eater.
I was also extremely fat. Reason being that the only things I had absolutely no hesitation over eating was anything deep fried. If you wanted me to try something, you’d deep fry it. My parents tried deep frying a math textbook but I never even looked at that dreadful concoction. 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 level of cheese on this hot dog was the equivalent of how cheesy I am towards girls I like. From a distance you think it’s way too much but observe it from up close you know that it means well and that I taste good.
That sounded really weird. I’m sorry. Continue reading
Do you remember your first kiss? I do. It was in a game of truth or dare and it was with a girl I didn’t really like. There were half a dozen pre-pubescents watching me as I closed my eyes at the last second. Is it possible to ever recreate that moment (not that I would want to) without the use of a time machine? Nope.
With food it’s possible. Maybe the cut of pork is slightly different and the broth is a little hotter than previously, but the feeling and the chemical reaction within your mind and body is identical. Continue reading
This was my one dish that was made to order and it arrived piping hot. The chicken encased in karrage batter was incredibly moist and tender. Admittedly; I wouldn’t have noticed if it had been burnt and dry because Japanese mayonnaise makes everything better. I wish they had offered more mayo. Maybe like a bottle I could’ve taken home with me. Continue reading
Cooked medium rare and to perfection, the butter that glazed the top of the steak was absolutely delicious. I tend to like my steak to contain a bit more fat than the sirloin but the meat was so tender that I quickly forgot about my love for cows who enjoyed a bit more grass than the rest of their herds. Continue reading