what a crazy name! kuki tanuki?! like silius sodus or bigus dikus. eh, it’s joke name, sir. at least it’s not hard to remember :). anyway, i digress. kuki tanuki is a little japanese restaurant in erskineville in sydney. tucked away in erskineville village (where i like to spend a lot of my time with the best company in the world!), it’s open from 5pm until late, 6 nights a week.
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i will literally kill for their delicious pork ribs. yes, yes, i know we should all be vegetarian because meat wastes too many resources that we don’t have, future generations, think of the children… but. pork ribs. pork. ribs. well, that’s all i got, really. why am i banging on about pork ribs? newmarket has them. slow cooked, in spicy sauce. where’s my gun?
and if pork ribs (seeing pending killing spree note warning above) were not enough, how about a slow roasted leg of lamb? or some spicy sliced chorizo with peppers? or fresh quesadillas? how about them indeed?! took about 15 minutes flat to polish the lot off. curse their deliciousnessess!
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japanese food is just not meant to be ‘starter-followed-by-main-followed-by-dessert’. boring boring! it drives me nuts that so many cuisines change their menu to fit what they think we want. you do know the cow is still not eaten in india and the majority live on a mostly vegetarian diet, right? so why is there so much meat on an indian menu? it just makes no sense.
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i’m not sure i could think up a better name for a restaurant the serves yummy steak and awesome wine. while i do have half a cheek on the green bandwagon (and i appreciate that it takes a bazillion litres of water to make a mouthful of beef), i really really really like a good steak once in a while. come on, give me a break! i eat cardboard for a week afterward to make up for it. honestly. i thought that there was no better steak than squires loft. i still think it is one of the best i’ve ever had. everyone i have dragged along to squires (they always start out as unbelievers) has fallen in love with the steaks. but i was unprepared for the meat and wine company. despite being within smelling distance of a mcdonalds (who the fuck was in charge of leases in southbank?!)
i fell in love with the place. then i found out that, like squires, mawc has its roots in south africa. oh, those crazy south africans! i’d have to put squires and meat and wine on the same level. i don’t think i could choose between the two. if i had to differentiate (you can see i’ve been drinking a better vintage of wine) i’d say that the meat and wine company is the the girl who never swears and likes sex with candles lit. squires is like the girl who let’s you put your hand down her pants in the back row of the movies. both are good, at different times. don’t you like my analogies?
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it’s kinda like a theme restaurant without the floor show. and with food that doesn’t taste like they scraped it off an aeroplane tray. try this – cover the first word on every menu item and the menu reads ‘soup, pie, steak, salad’. there’s nothing wrong with the food, you just need to question what it is that makes an ‘outback steak’ so different from a steak. in true paul hogan style they have kangaroo, crocodile and emu. tastes like chicken. Continue reading
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if you ever find yourself in this neck of the woods, be afraid. be very afraid. rich men with rich women dragging snot-nosed rich kids around so they can take the powerboat across 100 metres of water to their favourite eatery. it’s not as bad as that. they’re not all rich, just wish they were. fisherman’s wharf is poised on the bank of the stretch of water between the main land and raymond island. a ferry, costing about $15 will take you and your car across the choppy and perilous water (an arduous 90 second journey) so that you can sit with your sweater tied around your shoulders and drink wanky drinks. Continue reading
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and i thought australia was the only place that claimed beer and chips as a national dish. probably a couple of hundred years before some foreign monk made a wrong turn at new guinea and found himself in sydney. the belgians were getting on the piss complimented by that other great food group, deep fried chipped potatoes. Continue reading
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