Monday, June 12, 2006
Sorpresa!
Dinner, Lygon street, the Little Italy of Melbourne (where are the mobsters? I'll sure like to see a shoot-out or an illegal whiskey/cigar bootlegging thingalajing going on.).
I got my picture taken with the very flirty Italian waiter (his idea, not mine) and he managed to piss my posse off by putting a rubber spider in our bill. Then when Sherry toppled her chair in fright and ran off a couple of metres, he grabbed a rolled up piece of paper and pretended to hit the rubbery, lifeless thing into an even more lifeless existence before he scooped it up and tried to get away with it. Well, thank you Mr Italiano, you've managed to piss Sherry off so much she vows never to return; luckily for your business Leanne is suitably impressed with the food and I am more amused than annoyed by the whole thing.
And after gelato at Il Dolce Freddo (I got pistachio and Roche flavour, yum!) I took the tram down to corner of Lonsdale and Russell and met up with Uncle Claude, sis and Geraldine for (another) Greek dinner at Stalactites. The food? Very very sour. The Octopus tasted as if it had been soaked in acid, and it wasn't till later that I found out that they had, been, sort of, ok scratch the sort of, they had, they had been soaked in vinegar. Absolutely disgusting. But perhaps I'm not the best food critic out there.
I'm sorry, I can't blog properly, because I really miss my cousin.
I got my picture taken with the very flirty Italian waiter (his idea, not mine) and he managed to piss my posse off by putting a rubber spider in our bill. Then when Sherry toppled her chair in fright and ran off a couple of metres, he grabbed a rolled up piece of paper and pretended to hit the rubbery, lifeless thing into an even more lifeless existence before he scooped it up and tried to get away with it. Well, thank you Mr Italiano, you've managed to piss Sherry off so much she vows never to return; luckily for your business Leanne is suitably impressed with the food and I am more amused than annoyed by the whole thing.
And after gelato at Il Dolce Freddo (I got pistachio and Roche flavour, yum!) I took the tram down to corner of Lonsdale and Russell and met up with Uncle Claude, sis and Geraldine for (another) Greek dinner at Stalactites. The food? Very very sour. The Octopus tasted as if it had been soaked in acid, and it wasn't till later that I found out that they had, been, sort of, ok scratch the sort of, they had, they had been soaked in vinegar. Absolutely disgusting. But perhaps I'm not the best food critic out there.
I'm sorry, I can't blog properly, because I really miss my cousin.
# posted by me lah @ 1:17 pm 
