A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at the bus-stop near the corner of Cleveland and Crown Streets (Surry Hills) and a Chinese guy came up to me, asking for directions. He showed me a piece of paper with the address “432 Cleveland Street” written on it. As
A couple of workmates and I did the “unthinkable” today: we went out for lunch. It’s not uncommon for us to work through lunch, grabbing some takeaway to consume while seated at our desks. But we overcame the “guilt” by associating the trip with a forthcoming work-related event. And
“Where do you feel like eating? Is Red Chilli okay?” my friend Kate asked me via text yesterday. Of course, Red Chilli was okay. It’s one of our favourite places to eat in Sydney. We’ve eaten at the Chinatown venue on many occasions, and last week we dined at