Author Archives: chiefprick
Revolving restaurants, friends. What does the phrase mean to you? The horror show slop served to foreign tourists and hopeless suitors atop that Sydney Tower space needle building downtown? The running gag about Hank’s Look-Around café in The Larry Sanders … Continue reading
Today in the Telegraph, the tale of how Maggie the Iron Terrier was lost and found … by Twitter.
Pictures of food. Pictures of our dinners. Pictures of stuff we cooked. Are we still doing that? Well, yeah, we are. Or at least this Prick is, because this was pretty damn good: What you’re looking at is a plate … Continue reading
Followers of the Prick’s Twitter feed will be aware of this site’s sometimes unhealthy obsession with “reality” cooking show My Kitchen Rules. Something about its finely calibrated manic combination of personality disorders, domestic voyeurism, high school politics, and “yeah I … Continue reading
It has been a good dozen or so years since the Prick first alighted at Kingsford-Smith and it’s fair to say that all things considered and to borrow a phrase, Sydney been berry berry good to me. That said, one … Continue reading
Like remaking Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka or letting Michael Bolton cover Otis Redding, the idea of re-inventing, re-creating, re-imagining, or re-anythinging Italian food and restaurant culture is, or should be, a nuclear minefield fraught with horrors one can’t even begin … Continue reading