The mild weather right through autumn has seen sales plummet in the department stores so they started their June sales early.
T. is now 37 weeks but we still managed a trip into town to pick up a few things. Here's how we did it:
Drive to Carlton. Park near St. Jude's on the north side of Elgin. Fifty metres to Lygon Street. Pass ten shops. Look in a few windows. Reach Ti Amo. Time for coffee!
The coffee at Ti Amo is as good as you'll get. It hasn't changed in twenty years, probably thirty. If you go for lunch, try the spaghetti carbonara.
Next: walk another hundred metres to the tramstop outside university. A ten-minute trundle down Swanston, off at Bourke.
Into David Jones, elevator to second floor. Babywear. Pick up a few things. Stroll up to furniture for a quick look. Didn't buy anything. Check out the new food hall. Another short stroll to ladies shoes, then down to fragrances and cosmetics. Pick up few more things.
Out the back way into Little Bourke Street. Oh, look at the time - midday! And here we are right in Chinatown. Perfect. Into Wing Loong, our favourite.
The place is, as usual, almost full. Steaming plates piled high are emerging from the kitchen. Garlic prawns on rice; fried calamari with chinese broccoli; whole barramundi in soy and ginger; eel and fried egg on a mountain of special fried rice; soup with dumplings and spring onion; glazed pork spare ribs sitting atop a huge mound of fried noodles; crispy skin chicken ...
Who needs a menu - just check out what everyone else is having.
After all that I just chose what I normally have: congee - a delicious bowl of steaming rice porridge concealing tender pieces of chicken, beef and seafood with finely sliced ginger and spring onion. T. chose the fried rice with chicken - tender, spicy chicken pieces in a light oyster sauce on rice as light as air and flecked with spring onion and peas. Tea is on the house.
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An hour later, back on the tram, fifteen minutes up to Elgin Street. (Only thought for just a fleeting moment about sacher torte from Brunetti's. If you haven't tried Brunetti's sacher torte, you haven't lived.) Then in the car and home to a nap for T.
And I'm out into the back yard to sweep up a few autumn leaves. A few? Try a few thousand. All of a sudden, everything has turned yellow and gold and red and brown. It's pretty, but then I have to pick it up.
Tomorrow is winter.
T. is now 37 weeks but we still managed a trip into town to pick up a few things. Here's how we did it:
Drive to Carlton. Park near St. Jude's on the north side of Elgin. Fifty metres to Lygon Street. Pass ten shops. Look in a few windows. Reach Ti Amo. Time for coffee!
The coffee at Ti Amo is as good as you'll get. It hasn't changed in twenty years, probably thirty. If you go for lunch, try the spaghetti carbonara.
Next: walk another hundred metres to the tramstop outside university. A ten-minute trundle down Swanston, off at Bourke.
Into David Jones, elevator to second floor. Babywear. Pick up a few things. Stroll up to furniture for a quick look. Didn't buy anything. Check out the new food hall. Another short stroll to ladies shoes, then down to fragrances and cosmetics. Pick up few more things.
Out the back way into Little Bourke Street. Oh, look at the time - midday! And here we are right in Chinatown. Perfect. Into Wing Loong, our favourite.
The place is, as usual, almost full. Steaming plates piled high are emerging from the kitchen. Garlic prawns on rice; fried calamari with chinese broccoli; whole barramundi in soy and ginger; eel and fried egg on a mountain of special fried rice; soup with dumplings and spring onion; glazed pork spare ribs sitting atop a huge mound of fried noodles; crispy skin chicken ...
Who needs a menu - just check out what everyone else is having.
After all that I just chose what I normally have: congee - a delicious bowl of steaming rice porridge concealing tender pieces of chicken, beef and seafood with finely sliced ginger and spring onion. T. chose the fried rice with chicken - tender, spicy chicken pieces in a light oyster sauce on rice as light as air and flecked with spring onion and peas. Tea is on the house.
*
An hour later, back on the tram, fifteen minutes up to Elgin Street. (Only thought for just a fleeting moment about sacher torte from Brunetti's. If you haven't tried Brunetti's sacher torte, you haven't lived.) Then in the car and home to a nap for T.
And I'm out into the back yard to sweep up a few autumn leaves. A few? Try a few thousand. All of a sudden, everything has turned yellow and gold and red and brown. It's pretty, but then I have to pick it up.
Tomorrow is winter.
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