Cold winter Melbourne nights, I could walk the streets forever. Some of the sounds and sights can be found HERE
Since i was a kid reading American comics, i used to see the ad’s in the back for ‘Hostess Twinkies’. My imagination ran wild with what they would taste like. Recently i visited a store that specializes in food from the U.S. I Purchased a box of Twinkies, and i have to say, unless you’re drawn to the taste of sickly, sweet, chemicals, the Twinkies are best avoided. This was definitely a case of the dream being MUCH better than the reality.
Considering I now earn less than I did four years ago ‪#‎Luckycountrymypertfuckingarse‬, my willy nilly, spendy ways of years gone by is being rethought. I have learned that it is possible to be piss elegant, and eat just fine on a tight budget. My name is Greg Swan, and I shop at Aldi’s, and I don’t give a fizzing bung what anyone thinks.
Please . . please . . Please . . . . Please . . please, Wollongong, enough with the posts about how wonderful the eating is in Wollongong these days.
We get one new chain eatery in town, and people go beresk.
Now Melbourne, that is a city who knows how to do food.
I shudder to think what sort of frenzy the (mostly) culinary, cultural wasteland of Wollongong* would experience, if “Lord of the fries” ever opened an outlet here.
Perspective people, calm yourselves . . please.
*Of course North Wollongong is exempt from any, and all, besmirching. It, and its inhabitants of cultured residents, is (natch) utterly beyond reproach.
