I love a good market. It's great when everything can just come together to create that atmosphere, like great food, music, enough space and cheap-ish alcohol. I'm not talking about boring ones, like the Midtown NYC street fairs that generally have greasy, shit mozzarepas, expensive iced fruit drinks in novelty cups and tons of stalls selling Peruvian flute CDs and fake sunglasses. Fairs of that type are just more of a transport obstacle than a fun excursion, but Luna 1878 at the Queen Vic Market is not one of those fairs. It's well thought out, carefully planned and delicious.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
I've got a thing for burritos and it goes like this: rice, beans and other ingredients of my choice, slathered in salsa and at least two sauces and wrapped up into a slightly steamed, flexible flour wrap. Then wrapped again in tinfoil. The whole thing should weigh almost as much as my computer and should be an amazing combo of millions of Ameri-Mexican flavors.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
To a discerning eater, Cairns can seem like a desert -- a mud flat of shit food sprawling across the town's CBD. Cairns is basically a country town turned big by its outstanding natural features, namely its easy access to the Great Barrier Reef. It's luring to travelers and simultaneously weird. At any time the streets of Cairns visibly boast sunburnt tourists, drunk and broke backpackers, relaxed retirees, inebriated and barefoot Aboriginals and other hard looking locals.