As you may have noticed, I don’t do a lot of Canberra restaurant reviewing on this blog. When I do decide to showcase the gustatory delights that our local chefs have to offer, it’s usually because I’ve dined somewhere at the fancypants end of the restaurant scale for family birthdays or anniversaries. And I usually entwine such reviews with odes to the magnificence of my family.
(In fact, I have another paean-within-a-dining-establishment post coming your way soon.)
However, because my blog tends towards the home-cooking/chocolate-reviewing/storytelling spectrum, I’ve accumulated a fair few [not-wonderful-quality] images from around the Canberra eating traps that I thought you might like to see.
After all, there’s more to Canberra than roundabouts and my gospel choir.
In Canberra, poached eggs are served with a jug of maple syrup (not really)…
… and occasionally take the form of a drooling Pac-Man coming to get you and smoosh your brain while you sleep.
In Canberra, burgers can be enormous, haphazard, and a bit messy…
… but if you prefer your food to be pre-packaged, precise, and pristine, you can always buy frozen avocado halves from the local supermarket.
In Canberra, Australia’s only non-coastal capital city, it is possible to find fantastic sashimi…
… even if you have to put up with your lemon giving you the finger.
In Canberra, you sometimes get irrational urges to take stupid photos of yourself in the mirror because you realise that the outfit you threw on haphazardly for a day of baking and reading at home is somewhat ridiculous. Seriously, who wears thermal socks as knee-highs, with sandals, in the middle of summer (this was taken in February)? Me, that’s who.
The only thing more cutting-edge-fashion-awesome-cool-as-ice-ice-baby than socks and sandals is thermal socks and sandals.
(That point wasn’t about a restaurant, by the way.)
In Canberra, you sometimes get an amuse bouche of scallops and mushrooms in one dainty little package…
… and sometimes you housesit for a dog that makes your heart melt.
(But that’s not really about a restaurant either.)
P.S. My heart cries for the lack of dessert in this post. Just so you know.