As I sit here contemplating the fact that one hour of walking around the lake this morning without sunscreen turned me into a human candy cane (bright pink – blindingly white – bright pink – blindingly white), and as I distract myself from the prickly burningness by eating ice cream made from frozen bananas, I find myself deciding the following:
It’s time for another Glimpses of Canberra post. It’s been a year since the first Glimpse, nine months since the Fairytale Edition, and four months since the restaurant-focused one. Today, I give you the Dessert and Batty Birds Edition. Enjoy.
In Canberra, we have something that many capital cities in the world don’t: lots of space for wandering. See also: roundabouts and The Six Degrees of Canberra Bacon.
Bonus Hannah Fact: I celebrated my shared-tenth birthday with my best friend in the revolving restaurant of Black Mountain Tower, as shown in the photo above. Our meals came with edible flowers which we put on the windowsill; by the time we left that night, our flowers had gone a third of the way around the restaurant. This made us happy.
However, keep in mind that Black Swans can be nasty little blighters capable of chasing you all over Weston Park if you threaten their babies. Also keep in mind that they have terrifying orange demon eyes. You may decide that the cuddling isn’t worth it.
In Canberra, we have a wonderful bakery called Silo which is known far and wide for its dessert delights, including this blackcurrant, cabernet, and mint tart with a shatteringly crisp and delicious pastry base (yes, Lizzi, I thought of you). However, I’m going to ignore the thing behind the tart, because it was soggy and raisin-infested and I warned Andrew, I warned him, not to get it. Next time, he’ll know to listen to me. Won’t you, Andrew?
In Canberra, bouquets are made of Ferrero Rochers rather than roses and, if you’re lucky, you’ll find one of your jazziest friends hiding behind such a bouquet.
In Canberra, not all cheesecake is devastatingly bad. Some of Canberra’s cheesecake is rather exciting, splendiferously rich, and not-too-sweet, such as this Green Tea and Marscapone slice from Iori.
In fact, Iori is quite stellar in the dessert stakes, as this plate of deliciously-nutty-and-swoon-worthy black sesame ice cream shows. (And yes, you two, I know what you’re thinking about the presentation. Stop giggling.)
In Canberra, a girl and her brother can interrupt an entire restaurant to perform two songs for their grandparents on their 60th wedding anniversary (I still have to tell you about that dinner, don’t I?), without being booed even a little bit.
Question Time: I might open this up to you today. Is there anything you’d like to ask me about Canberra? Go on; hit me. I’ll do my best to answer.