As my final days in Australia slip away beneath my feet (for the time being, of course), I’ve started focusing less on bureaucratic preparatory matters and more on squeezing in as many farewells as I can. This past Saturday, my grandparents took me out for a bon voyage lunch at the Hyatt (previously blogged here).
The lunch buffet was far more impressive this time around, with the cold seafood and salads taking up the entire centre table in the restaurant, rather than simply one half of it. The desserts, too, had their own table.
Look, I don’t condone segregation. Never have, never will. However, if the situation is that a surfeit of vegetables and fancy salads have caused an overflow of deliciousness, then I will slowly nod my head.
In addition to the seafood I showed you last time, the Hyatt provided us with Moreton Bay Bugs, fresh oysters, a cold grilled sardine salad, and several other seafood dishes I didn’t get around to trying.
This was my first time trying Moreton Bay Bugs, and I found them even nicer than the crab. Also, the sardines were impressive, particularly because they improved the shininess of my hair. That’s what happens with fish oil, right?
Even better than my seafood plate, though, was the extravagant and enormous salad I concocted out of fresh vegetables, pickled vegetables, grilled vegetables, chickpea salad, roasted pumpkin salad, caper berries, croutons, and a chilli dressing.
It was enormous.
By the time I finished my abundance of colour, my parents and grandparents were already onto dessert, so I jumped to my feet to follow suit.
The Hyatt’s hot food section never piques my interest, but dear heavens that place makes good jelly. Last time, I was blown away by how true the fruit flavour of their raspberry and pineapple jelly was, but I do believe that this weekend’s raspberry and blackberry jelly trumped even that.
Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for this wonderful lunch, the gift that ensures I will be able to buy dinner on my first night in New York with the right currency, and your shining support that makes me feel safe and loved.
And thank you, Mum and Dad, for taking me to buy luggage afterwards for my belated birthday gift. After all, if we hadn’t gone to Bags To Go, I wouldn’t have realised that it’s been far too long since I last played hide-and-seek in a public place*.
Where’s, where’s, where’s, where’s
It was a day for the memory books.
* You know what I’m talking about, Spay Lady.