tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post71279147688156441..comments2024-03-28T18:21:28.264+11:00Comments on What I cooked last night.: The shop that wasn't there.paul kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17237328574655467680noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-4388392296319370372011-05-20T13:07:50.614+10:002011-05-20T13:07:50.614+10:00Martin, it is there somewhere, severely outnumbere...Martin, it is there somewhere, severely outnumbered by the ridiculous number of lookalike cafes with their overpriced 'foccaccias' and 'lattes'. I have personally witnessed people in Block Place complaining about the price of CDs in the music store and then paying $30 for breakfast IN THE SAME STREET. Eerily, I've nearly fallen down Basement Discs' steps when wandering kitchen handhttp://www.verygoodcooking.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-21281992416669906962011-05-19T23:19:14.424+10:002011-05-19T23:19:14.424+10:00I love this story. It's full of pathos - did y...I love this story. It's full of pathos - did you mean it to be? ( or is that my slant?). It reminded me of all the great shops that used to be in the city but aren't anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-58667944881158755282011-05-19T22:21:54.911+10:002011-05-19T22:21:54.911+10:00I wonder what they were after. Speaking of hard to...I wonder what they were after. Speaking of hard to find music shops, every time I go to the city I look for Basement Discs in the Block Arcade. Can never find it. I know it's there somewhere...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07878570413498824254noreply@blogger.com