I think Mary’s is supposed to be a secret. In order to get there, one must turn off King Street, Newtown’s main drag, bustling with people of all shapes and sizes, into a tiny, unlit alleyway. The door to Mary’s is about halfway down this alley, completely unmarked except for the presence of the bouncer standing in the doorway.
Mum and I sat opposite each other on the train, speeding across Austria towards Vienna, the final stop on our European adventure. We were passing the time by compiling a list of the things we were determined to do before we headed home. By the time we arrived at our destination our list consisted of fourteen items. Of these, seven were things to buy and seven were things to eat – clearly some coffee, cake and retail therapy were in order! (more…)
I have many grand adventures to tell you about. I’ve been to a lot of interesting places recently, so I have a backlog of material on distant locales and crazy shenanigans to share. But before I tell you about any of those things, though, I want to tell you about today’s small adventure.
Wellington, New Zealand
I don’t make any secret of the fact that I love food, and so it will come as no surprise to you to find that one of my favourite things to do when travelling is to eat. Understanding how a place views food is so revealing about how its people view life, and one of the greatest joys of travelling, for me at least, is experiencing the food culture of a new place. (more…)
I am one of those travellers who, at least in part, travels to please their stomach. When I write about my day’s adventures in my journal, the entry almost always starts with something along the lines of “This morning I had …… for breakfast”, ends with a detailed description of my dinner, and along the way is punctuated by notes on what I had for lunch and various snacks throughout the day. In honour of this obsession, and because of my conviction that you can tell a lot about a place by its food, I present to you the top five most memorable meals from my travels so far. (more…)
I scheduled my first visit to the noodle markets for a Monday. The forecast predicted a thunderstorm, but the day began sunnily enough. By lunchtime, clouds had begun to gather, but coupled with the bright sunshine and the warmth of the day they failed to look remotely threatening. (more…)