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.
The broth had the consistency of KFC gravy minus the mash and you could taste the amount of work in the broth as the savoury protein danced in your mouth. It’s definitely different and I can see how some people would be put off by how thick it was but it didn’t take me very long to fall in love with the dense liquid. Continue reading
I bit into a slice of tomato and bocconcini cheese and was immediately surprised. I had expected the cheese to be incredibly salty as that was the common denominator in my past experience with white cheese. Instead, the bocconcini served as more of a texture mix-up for the juicy tomato slice that had been dowsed in olive oil. The addition of basil leaves to the dance led to quite the rousing ball hosted in my mouth as well. Continue reading
The pork belly was nicely layered and the fat portion (my favourite portion) was rather generous. There are few simpler pleasures in life than delicious fatty pork. The chili covered vegetables provided a nice kick too considering it was a rather cold day. Continue reading
By the way, doesn’t Excelsior Jones sound like a spell out of the Harry Potter universe? Just me? Ok then. 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
My only complaint about the fries was that there wasn’t enough to last me a lifetime. Continue reading
Confession: I don’t drink. You’ll never get an iFat alcohol review so my virgin margarita is the closest you’ll ever get to that. I loved the sour flavour that the lime juice added to the drink. Continue reading
Both were very good by themselves, but combined in one bite with a slight dip into maple syrup? Scrumptous. Something about all the different flavours and textures working in harmony created the most fantastic food party in my mouth. Continue reading
Memphis Wings offers something they call ‘ass burner hot sauce.’
Don’t believe me? Check it out on their menu HERE. Continue reading
Everyone that knows me knows I have very specific opinions on all of those issues and that it irks me that they’re even discussed. However there is one debate that is worthy of every food blogger/critic to throw their hats in to the ring. There is one debate that splits people and I’ve personally witnessed arguments so heated that random eggs in the vicinity began getting boiled.
That debate is Pho vs. Ramen. Continue reading