Momofuku – Sydney

In keeping with past fancy dinners here, here and here, this year I booked with a small group to go to Momofuku in Sydney’s casino ‘The Star’. The creator is the guy behind now 21 resturants, mostly in the US, and this was the first outside the US.

It was a great night, and the photos tend to speak volumes!

This was cornbread, butter and some roe – for those aghast at proprtions, this was named a snack!
So, theatrics – we saw our marron before they were cooked and served
Escape!
Long shot of the drinks matching a fish/shell course
Delicately done little seafood snack
Sweet potato slice with cucumber
Chicken salad with citrus with a jerk skin
The macthing cider looked like Fanta and smelt and tasted like dirty socks… sadly. My friend looking enthused!?
Type of risotto… Ah yes, kingfish sofrito
What’s I’d call parantha, they called roti, and the sauce came with little apples… but there was more
Then the marron, with cocnut shards
Chewy yuminess
Family style to serve the pork (the only non seafood dish) with crackling; curried onions and pumpkin with split peas

It looked like butter and salt, but it was granita with passionfruit sorbet
Little sweets – the lolly pop was slike a weiss bar – a layer of creamy and then guava sorbet; the balls had penut butter inside
Crispy fruit letter and more delicious icecrema
My special dessert – the gift made them realise it was a birthday. The merigue was coconut flavours, and inside was caramel and something super chilled (more icecream?)

The meal alone was $175, and then $105 to match all courses with alcohol – my mother and I shared that. Two friends went for ‘reduced pairing’ which resulted in half as many drinks, but standard pours. I think mum and I got more variety! Dad ordered a glass of wine, and uncommonly, the tasting resulted in him rejecting it. They were great about it, and (unsurprising to me) Dad picked the French red wine of the two replacements they offered.

Overall, it was a great.  It’s a very intimate small resturant (42 seats) with an open kitchen.  Mum preferred to other places she’s dined like this.  So that’s a recommendation.  Oh, and despite the name… it’s not Japan.

Barre Body

I’ve recently been updating my bucket list and movign things into my complete bucket list post too, and realised, I’ve done some things I’ve wanted, and taken photos and never mentioned it on my blog – that’s like it never happening right?

One is Barre BOdy.  A great friend got me a single pass in the new year, must have been early 2016.  I went once and then got hooked, and off and on have been doing in ever since – I now have a subscription (which for me is COMMITMENT, I don’t even have a phone plan)

The studio in Surry Hills

I love that my mind has to focuc entirely on the small but hard movements.  It’s mindfulness without being bored stiff :p  And it certainly helps that the studies are GORGEOUS!

City studio
CIty’s change room
And a sofa too, in the city studio!

I even have to pre book classes – talk about planning and commitment to exercising.  I sometimes cancel, but mostly, I talk myself into going with a ‘you can walk out half way and you’ll be better off then doing nothing’ – and of course, I’ve never walked out either!

It truly is a pleasure – and I window shop work out gear worn by my class mates too – which sounds a whole heap creepier than it should!

 

The lighthouse

Just like I lived in the loft when I started this blog, let’s call place 3 the lighthouse.  I’m not sure what to call place 2 – the 2 bedder?  That’ll work!

So the light house, is not, in fact a light house! It is, however, VERY light.  My father suggested my last two homes had been caves! How rude! But there was some truth in

This 2 bedroom apartment has windows on both sides of the apartment, so it’s great for cross breezes.  There is a corridor or hallway that exteds from the front door to the built in laundry cabinet (see the picture below), and off this, initially, is a loggia (code word for strange balcony, I’ll come back to that), then the living kitchen open plan.   The corridor then closes in and you have the first bathroom, the first bedroom, then the master bedroom with the ensuite which tucks in behind that laundry cupboard.  The corridor has windows all along it, so walking out of the bedrooms you face narrow floor to ceiling windows, which has a central courtyard.

Central corridor

You can imagine the apartment building as a large O, with a central courtyard.  What this means is there’s lots of light bouncing around all the white external walls.  It also means you get a show from all the other apartments! I can tell you the ground floor neighbours use their loggia as a study and a gym, complete with weights and foam matting.  My upstairs neighbour has an elaborate cat climbing thingie, but great ferns in other windows.  Another neighbour has found this heat means he seldom wears a shirt…  See what I mean!

Once inside the ‘true’ apartment, this is teh view (the loggia is behind me

Right, so back to the this loggia.  The loggia runs the width of the apartment – from the central courtyard to the exterior building wall.  At each end is a hinged bi fold door, which are HUGE – I’d estimate at least 2m by 3m tall?  So with both open, you get a great breeze through.  All other windows in the apartment are hopper style – which is very safe for small climbing toddlers (there are none as current residents).  They aren’t as great for getting air in and around the apartment, but better than nothing.

The loggia as the dining table location – the table is pretty weather proof, the chairs less so!

The apartment is also airconditioned – ducted through out.  Sadly, as this is clearly ‘on budget’ for a development, it’s not zoned, so it’s all on, or all off, which seems overkill when I didn’t have a flatmate, or when we’re sleeping.  It also doesn’t have a timer.  And… for those followers on my personal Facebook, the centralised components of the air conditioning in the building has ALREADY had issues, even though the building isn’t even 6 months old.

Opps, a ceiling hole!

The air conditioning isn’t the only sigh that there’s been corners cut in this building – two ‘exit’ signs have fallen out of the ceiling.  I can wiggle the exterior door handle to the garage and easily get access without my keys.  I’m so pleased I’ve not bought the place, that’s for sure.  I really think this has been built for people to buy off the plan, and largely for investors to rent out.  I might be wrong, but… well we’ll see.

To there’s some candid shots of my new place – I’ve now hung all the art, and sometimes I even clean up! Actually – I find my flatmates is tidier then me, which is a lovely blessing.

I’m still here

Yep, I’m still alive – as my few infrequent blog readers would know, as I pop in and comment on your blog.

I’ve had a few months without internet, so that’s explains the dip in posting.  And I’ve moved house.

Here’s hoping to more posts soon…