Although it's one of Melbourne's hottest spots, Charlie and I took our chances and showed up to Cumulus Inc. at around 6:45 last Friday night. I'd read warnings that a no bookings policy leads to hours of waiting, but we were met with a delay of just one hour and 15 minutes. We popped down to Cherry on ACDC lane for a drink or two, and our spot at Cumulus' kitchen counter was ready in seemingly no time. I generally prefer to sit at an actual table, especially on a special occasion such as this (Charlie's day of birth, bless him,) but here I was happy to watch the kitchen buzz through the night's busy service.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
I moved to Australia a few months ago with nothing more than the clothes on my back (and in two suitcases and a dedicated shoe-bag,) and had a mini boredom meltdown when I moved into a bland, unfurnished Melbourne apartment. Six months later I’ve just moved out, and, ironically, I’m just finally feeling like that collection of rooms was home.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
In the vast world of the Western Australian desert, not many restaurants can survive off of the parched land. Which is why I can't really understand how Chicken Treat actually exists. Because it sucks.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
The most intuitive of you will be thinking that the beach isn't really the best place to be eating fatty, cheesy, gravy filled beef pies. I mean, in this environment you're almost obligated to wear a bathing suit and pies aren't exactly slimming. And it's kinda hot out to be consuming steamy baked pastry. But to that I say: don't ever skip the pies if you find yourself in Coral Bay, Western Australia. And, invest in a good one piece.