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op shops and laneways
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then you know that the part of Melbourne that I live in is not exactly brimming with culinary goodness. However, if you venture up to Eltham, in...
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bonus breakfast lust
Today, a beery post was planned for publication. Alas, technology and that silly real life thing got in the way. Have a bonus breakfast post instead? I was thrilled when I read on …it pleases us that...
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the dish sure is big enough!
When I first went to Big Dish in Thornbury, purely on the basis that it seemed to have semi-decent reviews on Urbanspoon and was tucked away out my way, Tristan was adamant it not be reviewed due to...
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a place to drink, but only drink
It’s another breakfasty-brunchy post. What the hell. Sunshine, waking up early-ish on weekends. I don’t even know me anymore. Apte is about halfway between where I live and the city. Could be a good...
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what does the bell jar mean to you?
If you’ve ever engaged in any sort of liberal arts tertiary study, then it was most likely Ferdinand de Saussure was thrown at you at some stage. Everybody knows about his ‘sign – signifier –...
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and sold!
Restorative, my arse. That was what my yoga instructor said about jumping to and from ‘down faced dog’ pose a dozen or so times. Harumph. Sure, sure, my insomnia is practically non-existent thanks to...
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barista stalker
I’m not a stalker. Seriously. I mean sure, I seem to be following Courtney of Cup of Truth fame around, popping up at cafés he’s working at. I assure you appearances can be deceiving. You believe me,...
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back to school…sort of
I’ve not been blogging much of late as the stress of the festive season caught up with me a little. I’ve also been laid off and trips for wonderful culinary experiences are limited due to severe lack...
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it only takes seven seeds to yield visits aplenty
I miss Alex. There, I admitted it. Months and months of trawling through random bits of paper and I found a (deliberately) silly poem I wrote about Lenin, Russia and global warming on a receipt. On the...
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south side sprawl – it’s not pronounced Bolognese
It’s not pronounced Bolognese. My semester of French tells me that much. Boo-lounge-err-ree? Not sure that’s right either.I should have paid more attention in class, dagnabbit! However it’s...
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