These signs make me smile every time I see them. This first one is a classic!
I know where I would go if I was in this situation. Cold beer for sure!
About 20 months ago, Millers Margaret River ice cream opened it’s doors. It is owned by the Millers, funnily enough, who also own a 1000 acre dairy farm. It’s claim to fame is that within three hours of the cows being milked, the cream from the milk is made into ice cream.
There are 16 flavours to choose from, including two dairy-free options.
Two scoops cost $6. I chose cone with Yahava coffee and mascarpone and wild fig. The ice cream was lovely, really creamy. The Yahava coffee was my favourite – not overly sweet, a lovely smooth coffee flavour, and creamy. The mascarpone and wild fig was also nice, but for my taste buds, quite rich.
Zorba had chocolate and rum and raisin. He didn’t complain but to him, nothing will beat the gelato he had in Rome at Grom.
The serving was also massive – even Zorba whose stomach is often a bottomless pit commented that it was as bit too much. I gave this feedback to the lovely lady behind the counter. When we compared it to the serving size in Italy, it would be almost double the size. Being generous is a lovely trait, but it might be better to give customers a little less and have them leaving with a wonderful food experience rather than have them leaving feeling slightly sick.
The grounds are nice with grassy areas, trees, outdoor picnic tables, and a great looking kids play area with a cow sculpture that kids can actually milk.
Millers ice cream is a worthy place to stop when enjoying a visit to the Margaret River region.
Millers Margaret River
314 Wirring Road, Cowaramup, Western Australia, 6284
Tel: 08 97559 850
Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet. I’m suffering quite badly with Olympics withdrawals. Does anyone else feel flat after a magnificent 16 days?
Every athlete that made it to the Olympics should feel like a winner – not many people can call themselves Olympians. For all those that took home medals, may you wear them proudly and know that you are a champion in your sport.
To London, thank you for staging a memorable and truly inspiring event. I loved watching it from the BT Live Site at Hyde Park just as much as I did on TV back in Australia. London 2012, you did Britain proud.
Here is a great post about some unusual places that most of us have been to. It’s sure to put a smile in your dial!
Originally posted on James' Funnies:
I have been in many places, but I’ve never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.
I’ve also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.
I have, however, been in Sane. They don’t have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work. I live close so it’s a short drive.
I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not too much on physical activity anymore.
I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.
I’ve been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.
Sometimes I’m in Capable, and I go there more often as I’m getting older.
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Geloch Restaurante is an example of fine dining done brilliantly. It delivered a spectacular 10-course degustation menu. Zorba and I scored each dish out of 10 – playing our favourite Master Chef judges game that we sometimes do when we go out. Overall, Zorba and I scored Glenoch 85 out of 100 with five dishes scoring the perfect 10 out of 10 – in our scoring system that means we could eat the dish again and again and again and love it every single time.
The sophisticated dishes were served in tiny degustation serves, all beautifully presented, explained accurately in detail, and tasted gorgeous. The dishes that didn’t get perfect scores failed to do so merely because of our palate and our own particular tastes. To other diners however, they may have been the best dishes of the menu.
Our menu consisted of the dishes below, together with our comments and score:
|Rose petals with lychee cream
|Black onion cake, sweet onion foam, fried onion
|Carrot and orange nitro popcorn||Score: 6.5|
|Shitake broth with spider crab ravioli and Iberian ham DO Extremadura||Score: 10|
|Grilled red prawn with pisco, cabbage and hibiscus||Score: 7|
|Black turnip with veal marrow, egg yolk and black truffle||Score: 10 +|
|Beetroot gnocchi, veal sweetbreads, codfish tripe, pardon pepper cream and carrot and passionfruit drops||Score: 10|
|‘Secreto Iberico’ 36 cooked sous-vide with selected roots and seasoned mushrooms||Score: 10 +|
|Assorted cheese course with banana-honey, coffee crumble, caramalised endive leaves and baked aubergine sorbet||Score: 9.5|
|Toasted wheat ice cream, milk foam, orange textures||Score: 9|
|Bread was toasted crunchy and quite dry, almost like a crostini.
Lovely to eat, hopeless to use to mop up sauces.
|Wine: Lalama Ribeira SacraA small particular winery in rural Spain was smooth, luscious and gorgeous without being too strong or too gusty. At less then 30 euro a bottle, it was an excellent recommendation from our waitress||Score: 9|
Our total bill was 168 Euro. Quite expensive, but then again, when you think about the quality of what we were served, I thought it was cheaper than what you would pay for a similar experience in Australia.
The restaurant was intimate, classy, and overall, it was a fantastic fine dining experience.
C. Bailén, 56, Barcelona
Tel: +34 93 265 82 98
I love a good pub lunch. I also really love a good Sunday roast. The weather in London was overcast and drizzling, just for a change, and the thought of sitting in a cute pub tucking into a hearty lunch was like a ray of sunshine breaking through a grey day.
I lived in London for six years during the last century, and had organised to catch up with some friends at the Scarsdale Tavern. It’s a short walk from High Street Kensington tube and once you turn off High Street Ken into Edwardes Square, it’s like you have been transported to a tiny little English village. The huge oak trees line the street, almost forming a complete leafy canopy. The terrace houses seem to all be homes to gardening gurus. Cute flower boxes with colourful plumes hang from windows and fences and across the road is a large gated private garden for the residents to use. It’s really lovely.
The Scarsdale itself is traditional English pub, posh-suburb-style. There’s a little umbrellaed beer garden out the front, and a large bar about two steps in from the front door. Heavy drapes frame the windows and the walls were tastefully decorated with old fashioned paintings and English memorabilia without being cluttered. The only modernisation visible is the installation of TVs in the corners. Thank God for that! I mean, the Olympics are on!
As a group of eight, we had the bossy yet accommodating manager put a couple of smaller tables together to seat all of us.
The black board menu featuring delicious sounding dishes such as slow roast shoulder of lamb with rosemary and redcurrant (15.95 pounds) couldn’t kill my hankering for a traditional English roast.
The roast of the day was roast beef (12.25 pounds) – hurrah – that means we were also going to have a Yorkshire pudding, the traditional baked batter that is served with roast beef; it’s purpose is to mop up gravy. Yum yum yum!
All eight of us ordered the same thing, roast beef. It was a roast beef sort of day really. And everyone’s plates were empty when cleared away by the waitress. Our tummies where all so full, so we drank some more beer. I can’t explain that one!
As far as roasts go, it wasn’t the world’s best gourmet experience. But it was a good hearty roast beef. The gravy could have been thicker, however it was tasty. The vegetable accompaniments could have been more traditional rather than the nicely cooked carrots, zucchini (courgette), and cauliflower. Personally, I would have preferred roast potatoes, roast carrots, roast pumpkin, and green peas. Still, it was very enjoyable and hit the spot.
Later in the afternoon, after a couple of hours of digestion, we ordered for dessert. It was a disappointment. Microwaved mass produced sticky date pudding with packet custard. The taste was ok, but not really worth mentioning. The chocolate pudding and ice cream was in the same league.
The honey dew beer served by none other than a friendly Australian chap (we are everywhere!) was deliciously moorish and a half-pint after half-pint made for a most enjoyable way to while away the afternoon, catching up with friends while keeping on eye on the Olympics on TV. I was behaving, hence the half measures ;).
Hurrah! Finally we have had coffee worth writing about and a cafe breakkie to match. Allow me to introduce you to Lantana, a small packed out cafe pumping out great food in Charlotte Lane, a cute little lane just a couple of turns off the busy (and ugly) Tottenham Court Road.
After the first sip of my cappuccino, I wanted to kiss the barista. Aahh decent coffee at last. Coffee lovers will know how important this is!
We missed breakfast service, arriving just before midday. However, the lunch menu offered some brunch type dishes. Zorba went for the BERT – an open toasted sandwich on thickly sliced bread with crispy bacon, rocket, a fried egg, tomato and aioli (7.50 pounds). He wasn’t speaking much as he wolfed that down!
I had the corn fritters with crispy bacon, fresh rocket, slow roast tomatoes, chilli jam and crème fraiche (10 pounds) and added a fried egg. Like Zorba, I didn’t chat much during our meal either! We were starving and so happy to be eating decent food.
We both had a second cappuccino after our meals. Couldn’t resist!
Zorba had been grumpy for two days and I’m sure it was because he wasn’t able to have a good morning coffee. He was fed up with eating a rubbish breakfast after a very disappointing tasteless and oily omelette at the Little Venice cafe near our rented apartment, and another average breakfast at Paddington station when we were starving and just had to eat – we expected that one to be average, but really just needed something in our tummies.
The service was quite relaxed. We were greeted and seated straight away and given water promptly without asking. We had to stop a waitress and ask her to take our order as we’d been waiting, ready to order for more than ten minutes (and we were starving!). Also, it took longer than I would have liked for our food to come. But when it finally arrived, we were delighted with the presentation, quality, and taste. So the slight wait was soon forgotten.
Other tempting menu items included grilled haloumi and roast beetroot salad (7.50 pounds), Crispy pork belly ciabatta roll with cress and chilli mayo (12 pounds), smoked haddock, pea and lemon risotto (10 pounds), and Confit duck leg w/ red cabbage, fennel and raisin coleslaw (9.5 pounds).
Next door is the Lantana takeaway cafe where fresh looking wraps, paninis, rolls, and salads were available for those that wanted to grab something and eat elsewhere.
Lantana is touted as serving Australian style cafe food. I don’t know how Australian it is, but it is good. Very good.
There are other cafes and restaurants in Charlotte Lane yet none of them were anywhere near as packed as Lantana. We were lucky to arrive when we did, we got the last available table and a queue began to form.
lan·ta·na [lan-tan-uh]: a hardy invasive weed that thrives in unlikely environments.
How cool are the “Boris” bikes? I didn’t know what a Boris bike was until it was explained to me that the public bicycles available around London are an initiative of Mayor of London, Boris Johnson.
We had a great lunch at Hawksmoor Spitalfields after a disappointing morning when we couldn’t get into Olympic Park despite trudging all the way there, we decided to go for a cycle through London. We rented the Boris Bikes properly known as the Barclays Cycle Hire.
To access a bike, it costs 1 pound and access lasts 24 hours. If you dock a bike at a docking station within the hour, the cost of bike hire is free. If you ride for an hour, the cost is 1 pound; 90 minutes is 4 pounds; 2 hours is 6 pounds and so on.
It was a beautiful sunny London day and the perfect day for a ride. We rode from Spitalfields down to the Thames, across the loveliest bridge in the world, Tower Bridge (so COOL!), along South Bank, over London Bridge (which is really boring an just like any road bridge you see everywhere), along Embankment and finally stopping at St Paul’s Cathedral. It was so much fun! Mind you, Claire, Zorba and I had two pints each at lunch and were feeling pretty good to start with!
We stopped a couple of times, at South Bank, and to give our tour leader, my lovely friend Claire, time to consult the map.
After we ducked into St Paul’s for free (yay!) – it was just lucky timing as a service was due to start and the cashier’s taking the usual 12.50 pound entry fee had packed up for the day – we grabbed some water and re-hired our bikes.
We pedalled across London, cycling along embankment to Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament, and Westminster Abbey. So so so cool!
The best thing was that because the Olympics are on and the cycling event was on earlier in the day, many of the roads were closed and we were able to ride our Boris bikes along part of the Olympic cycle route.
After taking in Westminster Abbey, we continued pedalling and headed towards Buckingham Palace. We rode down the beautiful tree lined Pall Mall that was closed to traffic – just magic!
We encountered a few policemen along the way that were manning road blocks or just on general patrol and I have to say that every one of them was super friendly, happy to chat to us, giving us tips on where we can take the bikes and so forth. I was very impressed with the smiling friendly bobbies, even if some of them looked a bit scary carrying machine guns!
The Queen Victoria Memorial gold statue out the front of Buckingham Palace had obviously been polished by some mignon as it was looking very shiny.
Zorba was underwhelmed with Buckingham Palace – he expected it to be grander, bigger, somehow.
From Buckingham Palace, we rode through Green Park, Hyde Park corner, Marble Arch, and through Hyde Park to Kensington Palace. When we reached Queensway, we docked our bikes, regretfully.
We all had such fun riding though London, taking in the sights at a leisurely pace, WITHOUT HELMETS. I loved that. If I didn’t have to wear a helmet I’d ride my bike in Perth much more I’m sure.
London is an easy city to walk around – it’s not all that big or rather spread out really. But cycling adds another dimension. It was one of the most enjoyable days I’ve had in London. Pleasant weather, great friends, historical magical sites, access to the world’s famous monuments, closed roads and minimal traffic – really, we couldn’t ask for more.
Moreover, the bikes are quite good quality. They are fairly heavy – not ideal for lugging up or down stairs (which we did once!), but they have gears, are smooth to ride, have a handy little carry area on the front for handbags including a stretchy strap to hold bags in place, little flashing brake lights at the back, and they are so cheap!
We walked up Queensway then along Westbourne Grove until we reach Kath’s place. We could have ridden the bikes almost all the way to Kath’s place as there’s a bike docking station about 60 metres from her house!
Kath and Fiorenzo prepared a fab dinner of antipasti – buffalo mozzarella, mortadella, and home made focaccia which was sensational. We had really delicious authentic home made bolognese for dinner. Thanks guys!
Hiring a Boris bike is a very highly recommended way to see London. Go on, get on yer bike!
After an awesome night in Hyde Park for the official London 2012 Opening Ceremony party, we were keen to get more of an Olympic fix and decided to meet my friend Claire the next morning and head to Stratford to Olympic Park.
We knew that there would be a £10 entry fee just to get in to the Park (no events included), but what we didn’t know is that we had to pre book tickets online before arriving. There was no gate and no where we could pay £10 to get in. So many tourists were in the same boat as us, just wanting to get in to Olympic Park and just soak up the atmosphere knowing there was no chance of getting into any events. Not possible. We tried to book tickets on Claire’s phone there and then without success. Alas, it was not to be.
One of the security guards suggested we go up to level 3 of John Lewis, one of the UK’s biggest department stores, and from there we’ll see a view of the Olympic Park. Ok, that sounded like a good plan, so that’s what we did. And so did about 40 million other people, half of which I’m sure were not wearing deodorant. It was hot, stuffy and stinky. Let alone near impossible to get near the window to see anything.
Zorba had enough after about 16 seconds and said he would wait for us outside. Claire and I shopped for London 2012 merchandise and didn’t find anything we liked in our size, so we left also about 10 minutes later.
We found Zorba waiting outside the Olympic Park tavern – I expected him to be in the tavern having a beer whilst waiting for us. Grumpily, Zorba said that it was £3 to get in, and then you had to pay for beers. Out of principal, Zorba refused to pay.
Near where Zorba was waiting for us, Claire spotted a little compact camera on the ground. Oh no! Someone has lost their camera! Shame. Claire and I had a look at a few of the photos to see if there was anyone in them – and there was one lady of oriental descent wearing a purple top. We looked around the immediate area, couldn’t see anyone that resembled the lady in the photos and shrugged our shoulders. There was no way we’d find them in this crowd. Claire decided to hand the camera into the lady with the megaphone. Just then, I saw a lady with dark hair wearing a purple top, so I approached her to ask if she had lost her camera. Meanwhile Claire and Zorba were shouting at me, “Di what are you doing? It’s not her! You’re crazy!”.
The lady I approached seemed perplexed when I asked her if she had lost her camera. She said no and seemed a bit put out by my forthright nature. I apologised and said we had found a camera and that there was a lady that looked a bit like her in a purple top in some of the photos. I said sorry again and walked away. Claire and Zorba thought I was bonkers! Oh well, I tried. I know I’d be devastated if it was me who lost a camera.
Three minutes later I get a tap on my shoulder by the very lady I was talking to. She said it was her camera that she lost – after I walked away she checked her bag and her camera was missing. She described the camera case it was in and was so thankful I approached her. We told her that we handed it in to the megaphone lady. She was very thankful and said bye as she set off to collect her camera. You see! I was right! My good deed for the day done [pat on back]. Claire and Zorba were freaking out that I had managed to find the owner of the lost camera in the throngs of people that were milling around at the time. I suppose it was uncanny!
We had a bit of a walk around the Westfield shopping complex in Stratford, which is huge and impressive. Every big brand has a shop there, Prada, LV, Versace, etc, as well as other quirkier shop fronts, such as Magnum ice creams. I know, why would Magnum have a shop front? Who knew that you could custom make your own magnum? You start with a ‘naked’ magnum, and then choose white, milk or dark chocolate coating, then up to three sprinkles – Claire chose almonds, ginger and something else I can’t remember. The only reason this gets a mention is because I’ve never seen it anywhere before. Claire said it was more of a gimmick than a fantastic ice cream eating experience.
It’s a little like the whole building dedicated to M&Ms in Leicester Square. Four floors of M&M characters, country colour-coded packets, even an M&M themed London bus was inside the M&M store! It was pretty cool. A total tourist gimmick but nonetheless, pretty cool.
Without event tickets, online entry tickets, or last minute mobile phone online entry tickets, we had no chance to get in to Olympic Park and nothing really more to do at Westfield.
And this ends our Olympic Park entry attempt. Unsuccessfully.
There is always a silver lining, right? Our silver lining was the great lunch and afternoon we had cycling around London. You can read about it in my next post.
What a fabulous find and fantastic recommendation by my lovely friend Chris – I was so looking forward to this dinner; Chris is an editor of a popular food-based magazine and knows a thing or two about great dining.
28-50 Wine Workshop and Kitchen in Marylebone is a great food and wine experience. It offers more than 30 wines available by the glass, carafe and bottle at reasonable prices. The wines were interesting and not the standard kind of wine list you see in every place. Sadly, no Australian wines feature on the extensive list – there is strong competition from France, Italy, Spain, and Germany I suppose!
The food is French bistro style also featuring charcuterie, with a daily-changing menu from the executive chef, Paul Walsh.
The decor is modern urban with a French touch – the back wall is stacked with branded wooden wine boxes and there is a big central round bar complete with bar stools. The service was exceptional. Really fabulous. The sommelier was very knowledgable on the wines and Chris suggested we allow him to select matching wines by the glass to accompany what dishes we had ordered.
To start, I had the rolled grilled aubergine with goats curd and pine nuts (GBP 6.75) followed by a main course size prawn cocktail with pickled cucumber (GBP 12.95).
Both my dished were really amazing. The aubergine (eggplant for all my Aussie readers) was sensational. I was kind of secretly wishing I had ordered that for main and had a bigger portion. The chef was really generous with goats curd too which tasted silky, salty and wonderful. I loved it.
A Spanish wine was chosen for me for this dish – a 2010 Sameiras Blanco ,Ribeiro, AC Guilin, Spain. The slightly acidic white wine balanced the richness of the goats curd beautifully.
Prawn cocktail for mains might seem like a strange choice, but Chris and her beau Charlie both ordered it for starters and said that they had had it before and that it was reallygood. I trust Chris’ palate implicitly and ordered it as a main size. She was right, the flavour was different – it was really fresh and clean. The pickled cucumber and minimal use of dill gave it a kind of Scandinavian flavour. It would be absolutely perfect to have on a hot summer’s day. It was pretty perfect to have it on a mild London summer’s night also!
The wine matched with the aubergine was a CDL “La Brise Marine” Chateau De La Negly. Beautiful white wine that was a little acid with a very clean finish. I was in food and wine heaven!
Zorba enjoyed his smoked Servern and Wye salmon with horseradish yoghurt for starters and a lovely rib eye steak for main.
Chris had the Icelandic fish stew for main and said it was excellent. In fact, that recipe is going to feature in an upcoming magazine edition. Charlie had the burger from ginger pig. No one was complaining about anything except that their tummies were full to the brim.
It was a lovely dinner – thanks Chris and Charlie!
Zorba and I bid our friends farewell and went to the oh-so posh Claridges Hotel in Mayfair for a night cap cocktail. It was sooo lovely! The ladies wash room had an attendant who turned on the taps when I wanted to wash my hands and then passed me a little hand towel (real towel, not paper), so I could dry them. Posh-o! Having said that, two cocktails with the inclusion of 12.5% service charge cost us just under 40 pounds! Outrageously expensive, but sublimely grand.
Ah London, I’m going to miss you.
These are my adventures in consuming and living, in my words. I hope my journey inspires you - to (un)cook, to eat, to live!
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Vegetarian friendly restaurants in NYC and London (& beyond...)
savoring the lil' moments that make life big
Big city Texan girl meets small town Italian boy. Chaos ensues. (My expat blog stories - both funny and tragic - about loving, dating, living with, and marrying an Italian man in the province of Reggio Emilia.)
What happens when 'what ifs' become reality.
2 doctors travelling on motorcycles from Antarctic to Arctic circle for charity - making getting lost look GOOD
My life and times in the eternal city
A foodie's surfing tour in the beautiful Margaret River region
Fresh Tasty cupcakes of all sorts
Placing the North East region on a pedestal | Milawa Gourmet Region
everything's better with a little cream...
Wine, food and life
The real stories from inside the F1 paddock
Food goes here.
Scouting Perth and Brisbane (and beyond!) for the best eats.
Delicious travel adventures by Dianne Bortoletto
"There is no sincerer love than the love of food" - George Bernard Shaw