cream - canberra somewhere, you'll find it, it's not a big place

I have no idea where to go in our nation's capital. that sounds so funny - our nation's capital. it's very american, patriotic, nationalistic. french. but i digress. this has nothing to do with france or french people or even the riots that firm the basis of french culture and society. i digress my disgression? perhaps. need to stay on message, move forward, stay focussed. I am in, after all, our nation's capital. where was I? oh yes, cream.

i do like a good oyster or twenty. and in my current state of mind, twenty is quite likely. I need sleep, exercise, and lots of vegetables. but fuck that. let's go out and drink wine and eat oysters. back to cream - perched (yes i now sound like a total wanker but i'm too tired to care) on a street corner facing the evening sun, cream is a little tapas oasis. it's too early for dinner, too late for lunch, so tapas it is. and it's more than a little impressive.

when i think tapas, i think mini-me. mini everything. it's easy to use 'tapas' as an excuse to making tiny fucking plates of food. real tapas is sharing food, something you can get your teeth into. like lulo in hawthorn (i think i've extolled the virtues of lulo before). cream was immediately impressive - nice wine list, straightforward menu, cute chicks to serve you. it has it all. i had my oysters, i'm feeling good. sun is shining and the wanker with a computer opposite just put the blind down to cut off the sun. you can't have everything - yes, that's how cruisy i feel right now. obviously the oysters are not working... more oysters, senyor!!!