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I lied. It wasn’t exactly a party. Apparently drinks in a wine bar and dinner do not constitute a party.
Paul and I jumped on the bus to the city centre. It was the wrong bus. The ten minute ride took half an hour but it was very pretty. Then we fought against the oncoming tide of commuters as we walked through the wide thoroughfares of the Central Business District. I noticed that all the business women were wearing trainers and backpacks instead of high heels and brief cases, very sensible.
We met Sarah in the Kittyhawk Bar. The noise was horrible so we moved to a quieter and more sedate bar, more suited to old fogeys. Time seemed to stand still so we had a second glass of bubbly. Then Paul realised his watch had stopped. We were joining friends for an Egyptian dinner at the trendy Tramsheds. The bearded one had told us it was easy to get to by Light Railway. We left the bar and joined the commuter rush. We took the train to Central and then looked around the giant concourse for the Light Railway. We were directed down a long tunnel, turn left, turn right, up an escalator, down an escalator,we were walking for ages. Eventually we saw the letter ‘L’ and arrived at a dimly lit platform. Five minutes later a tram chugged slowly into view. A tram! We rolled out of Central Station at walking pace and arrived at our destination about half an hour later. By which time I had my grumpy head on.
The Tramsheds is a massive old, er, tramshed which is now home to a huge food hall with restaurants and shops offering cuisine from all corners of the world. We ate at an Egyptian-fusion restaurant “While the contemporary, casual concept starts in Eqypt it pulls in influences from around the Middle East.” Yes, well it was very tasty food and my grumpy head disappeared once I had a glass of wine in my hand.
We’re staying in tonight and Paul is cooking a fusion of tofu and rice.
Nice post. A good read too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Terry.
DeleteI was becoming very jealous of your day, until I read the words 'tofu and rice'. Now I'm thinking of sending food parcels (confit, paté, sausage, cheese, etc). Let me know.
ReplyDeleteI'll send you the address.
DeleteTofu can go with confit,pate,cheese etc.,also with rice:)
ReplyDeletePaul does some clever stuff with it, marinates it first and then baked to make it chewy and flavoursome.
Delete'Old fogeys' is now making a regular appearance in your writing
ReplyDeleteYour fault.
DeleteSounds like a fun night out. Sydney public transport is much better than Brisbane's because our train system is very limited but I don't know much about the " light rail" ( why don't they just call them trams ?) Do you eat this tofu stuff at home too ?
ReplyDeleteWe don't have very much in the way of public transport in the part of France where we live so we're quite enchanted by the system in Sydney. No, we never eat tofu at home!
DeleteTofu great food in small quantities and very versatile in what can be done with it from something like a soft cheese and toasted or turned into a cream to be used with fresh fruit. Altogether it is a marvellous food.
ReplyDeleteOh I have links up to other Hazel stories.
Haven't tried using it as a cream. It is very versatile.
DeleteI have heard of this fusion stuff before. It seems to be quite popular these days but what does it taste like?
ReplyDeleteDepends what you fuse it with. Just a posh name for mixing different types of food. Some good, some bad.
DeleteIt reminds me of the fusion on the baking dish that needs elbow grease with the green thingy.
ReplyDeleteThe tastiest bit in my opinion!
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