French Touch Crêperie
For the last couple of months, as I’ve wandered past the newly opened “French Touch Crêperie” on Crown Street, I’ve been thinking to myself “I really should pop in there … Read the rest “French Touch Crêperie”
With the exception of four years in Brisbane, I spent the first thirty years of my life in the country: Lismore, Bourke, Renmark and Wagga. When my career brought me to Sydney, I was really excited.
As I knew I didn’t want to live too far from work, I drew a “walking circle” (old style protractor) around Ultimo, that reached out to Glebe and Pyrmont, but I quickly settled on an apartment in Surry Hills. And even though I’m a country boy at heart, Surry Hills has pretty much become “home”.
For the last couple of months, as I’ve wandered past the newly opened “French Touch Crêperie” on Crown Street, I’ve been thinking to myself “I really should pop in there … Read the rest “French Touch Crêperie”
Though initially we had booked in for the ten o’clock show, we were both a little concerned about having done so on a “school night”. When you find yourself in … Read the rest “Capsis and Porteño”
It’s one of my worst nightmares: standing at the corner of Cleveland and Crown Streets (Surry Hills) and witnessing someone being knocked over and killed by a car. If you’ve … Read the rest “Cleveland Street”
“The last time I ate bone marrow was in France with David”, I told Damien over lunch. Unlike many other Frenchman, David has quite conservative tastes in food. I remember … Read the rest “4 Fourteen for Lunch”
I was sitting at home the other night watching television with the balcony window open. I live on the first floor of my apartment block by the way. First floor, … Read the rest “Spidercat”