Monthly Archives: August 2012

It’s getting so a man can’t go out for dinner at some hip new inner-city eatery without running into Sydney Morning Herald food critic Terry Durack. A few months ago we wandered down the road to that little gem of … Continue reading →

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In Australia? Got a TV? Tune into Sky News (ch. 601) at 1:30pm AEDT – I’ll talking politics. US politics, that is. Don’t got a TV? Good on you for avoiding the slum of popular culture. But you should still … Continue reading →

Having lived in Sydney’s Inner West for over two years now, I can say that this quote from local early-middle-aged white boy “rapper” and family man Paul Knight, a.k.a. Pee Kay, captures the essence of the place better than I … Continue reading →

There are two things you are not allowed to call Michelle Obama. One is “angry black woman”. The other is “generous host”, at least when the guests for the White House’s “kids’ state dinner” (well, lunch, actually) are concerned: The … Continue reading →

Random thoughts on a recent lunch: I’ve walked past the Sydney Mint Café probably a hundred times over the years, but I never knew it existed until a friend suggested we dine there last week. Tucked up on a balcony … Continue reading →

Are the barbarians at the gate? Heavens, no. They’re already inside, sacking and looting their asses off and making a buck, or at least trying to, in the process. I had never heard of Lauren Conrad until yesterday, when I … Continue reading →

Someone, somewhere – I can’t remember whom nor can I find the quote – once said that our lives are like novels, and while we may experience them intensely in the moment, as time passes we just remember flashes of … Continue reading →

There’s an old foodie rule that runs roughly as follows: If you’re looking for good Italian food, don’t go to any suburb that bills itself as “Little Italy”. Living just over the road from Norton Street, Leichhardt, in Sydney’s inner-west … Continue reading →

Weddings, weight-loss, and now workplace changes: Fairfax’s Jessica Irvine, who writes like the up-talking offspring of a tawdry one-nighter involving Thomas Friedman and Ezra Klein, has never shied away from the first person in her writing. Thus her latest column … Continue reading →