the back issue

Putting the x in espresso

My suburb has recently sprouted a new coffee shop. I have seen it every day for the past week, as I make my way up the ramp to my train station. There it stands, less than 50 metres from the platform I patiently wait at every morning, quietly craving away. And yet,...

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A trifeggta

Some days are made for breakfast. Yesterday was one such day. Waking Waking up in no mood to be productive, I quickly fell for the charms of the seductive laziness which crept through an open window... how she lured me in with her smooth-talking yawns and caressing...

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Streetlessness – a stationary concern

I think we're selling ourselves short. Way short. Australia has some of the best food I have eaten. Sure, this comment can come across a little small-minded, even jingoistic, but I think there are many ways to justify this, which I hope to remember to go into on a...

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Two Eggs and More

So in the last couple of weekends I've had two very different breakfast experiences: one, a top of the pops, fashionable who's who of Melbourne eateries in the inner north, where the wait-staff seemed to have walked straight out of the sartorialist, the coffees'...

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Hunting menus and plagiarizing collectors

So I find myself committed. Tomorrow I'm to cook for a few friends, and as always I'm trying to plan the menu in advance. I'm uncertain if this is hereditary, but my grandmother moved around the kitchen like a chess board. I remember us having breakfast one morning as...

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Sans salad

As much as food these days is somewhat of a social lubricant, or in my case, an opportunity for others to speak while the food interrupts me, it hasn't always been such an enhancer of my social life. Argentinians are known to be a carnivorous bunch, having only...

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I think I’ve stretched enough…

So for a while now I have made food a huge part of my life. Some call it a passion, others whisper obsession... I think it's more of a socially accepted addiction. Much like others, I can remember the first time I realised I had a problem. Sure, I'd noticed that I ate...

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