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Dutch food alert

Den Haag (ND) 17-22/11/12: A chronologocally oblique post to cover some of our foody experiences around The Netherlands.

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Erwbten (pea and sausage soup) from a Den Haag soup cafe. Just the thing for a cold, foggy saturday.

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Hot chocolate and coffee from another nice little Den Haag cafe as we waited to meet John and Zoe. We could sit here and watch Zwarte Piet direct traffic in the street outside.

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Chips with mayo, the dutch condiment of choice outside a Den Haag pub with Zoe, Marie and John on Sunday. Tastes better than you’d think.

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Burger (patty sans bun) and chips (with mayo of course) at Efteling on Monday.

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Kebabs in Leiden on Tuesday. Turkish food has possibly overtaken chips in a paper cone with mayo as the ubiquitous Dutch fast food of choice.

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Entrée of paté and a raw meat dip (whose name I forget but all tasty) plus €2 supermarket glühwein at Kyl and Vikki’s in Leiden. The glühwein (warmed) was more delicious than the price-tag and point of origin might suggest.

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Kyl prepared a traditional Dutch meal of sausage, potato, broccoli and onion mash plus bread. He has his game face on here. Apparently home cooking is not such a popular pass-time here, so we were told, making Kyl & Vikki anomolous in this respect.

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Dim Sum, a la carte, Den Haag style. Actually pretty good, though no fried squid tentacles.

If I haven’t mentioned already – and I will surely raise this again – booze here is cheap. Wine from around €1, beer is cheaper than water and a good whiskey is maybe €20-30. I seem to recall seeing a Laphraoig Quarter Cask for around this price. That’s Christmas taken care of then, eh?

So London, here we come

The plane, 12-13/11/12:

After a dinner of Aunty Barb’s 4-and-a-half star lasagne, Mum & Dad took us for the tradionally panicky drive to the airport. With minimal queuing at the airport, this left plenty of time to take in the glamour of airport duty-free.

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Driving the free samples in

I actually enjoy long-haul flights to a point. It forces me to be fed and mindlessly entertained for hours without the nagging sense of having something better to do.
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We were in the big fancy Emirates A380’s which feature a top deck for the master race. A curved staircase and primly-dressed attendant prevented me from seeing it for myself but rumour has it they feature full-size beds, a cocktail lounge, light-up disco dancefloor, a shooting range, a cryostasis option and live show-jumping.

Still, Emirates treats the peons pretty well too. Tonight’s entertainment included two films I actually wanted to see in Moonrise Kingdom and From Rome With Love. The abitrary meals served (dinner, breakfast, breakfast again, lunch) were far better than what Qantas offered us days earlier with some interesting Arabic Twix, I mean Arabic twists.

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Interesting Arabic Twix

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The Arabic Selection breakfast

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Well that's good enough for me

However, for all the fun of being battery fed and infinitely amused, the sleepless, upright crazies invariably set in after about hour 8.
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We managed though and even came out of the time/matter transfer at Heathrow, 11:30am, feeling basically human. Good times.

Scrotch

Melbourne, 11/11/12: Question: How do you follow up a BBQ and fine wine? Answer: That’s a meaningless question, but we went to Nic and Yeshe’s place for a BBQ and fine whiskys.

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Oh and fine beer too. Here you can see Nicole interfacing with the formerly shy black cat, Bei. Seems that, in his case, with age has come backbone, if not guile.

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Several rebutted attempts to board the table to requisition our sausages resulted in him laying a protest poo in the nearby cat tray. This briefly stalled the meal but he was spared banishment by being SO CUTE.

So anyway, then we hit the scotch. Nic & Yeshe like scotch.
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I gladly helped them drain their Tallisker 25, which they’re not so keen on despite its reputation (read:price). In fact, the whisky bar we visited the other night does a thing called a boilermaker, where they pair a fine whisky with a fine beer. I thought I’d give this a go.
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Turns out Young’s Double Chocolate Stout goes better with Lagavulin 16 Year Old. Less diesely.

Tram, home, bed, the end.

Oh, for balance, here’s a pic of their other cat, Keiko. She’s very pretty but has a personality disorder.
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Even more family fun

Melbourne, 11/11/12: Another day, another meet & eat with the family, now recently extended.

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We were out in force at aunty Barb’s place, enjoying the springy warmth and mountains of good food. Dad took the opportunity to toast the 100th birthday of his late mum, my granny, and for the occasion provided a couple of bottles of Henschke Mount Edelston shiraz. Liquid velvet – look it up.

Hitched

Melbourne: Then it was time to put on nice clothes and take photos.

Tim and cousin Julia were tying the knot at Quat Quatta in Ripponlea which, as an interesting historical footnote, was also the venue for my parents’ reception. But while my folks got hitched on the now all too memorable September the 11th, Tim & Jules were also saying their vows on another easily conjured date – 10/11/12. Should make anniversaries harder to miss.

So here’s the proof:

Both correctly answered “I do” not “Adieu”

It was a heavily Yuncken affair with a Jewish twist – Tim broke the glass with two blows, then we danced…

…and danced some more…

For the occasion, the happy couple had arranged their own limited edition wine range.

There was much feasting and merry-making. Like all good Yuncken gatherings, it was a pretty special and unique occasion in a distinct and confrontly Yuncken-ish sort of way… Plenty of close, loud talking, the wine flowed freely, the gags were teeth-grindingly dire and the proverbial rug was well and truly cut. Hearty congrats to T&J and well deserved back-slaps to both families.

Breakfast of champions

Melbourne: Our holiday blog is turning into a food blog.

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Or perhaps a food and pet blog.

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Saturday was wedding day and of course it’s essential that one paces oneself in the lead up to a family wedding. In this spirit, we took in late brunch with Jim, Sophie and Rex at the canine compliant Old Barber Shop Cafe in Richmond.
A rousing (careful there) breakfast, coffee and good company set flight the senses and provided us with the energy we needed to face the day.
With some time up our sleeves before the wedding, J&S recommended we take in the Gregory Crewdson photography exhibition at CCP. Large prints of dystopian, Lynch-esque middle-America and crumbling Mussolini-era Italian film sets. I liked it so much I tried to buy the book.

Persons of interest

Melbourne. If photos were all I had to go on, it would look like all we’re doing here is eating and drinking. Not too far from the truth, but also I enjoy stories about food & beverage more than ones about that time I bought a blue business shirt.
After a holiday start we opened with a meal betwixt brunch and lunch at Stone Ground, Richmond.

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Really nice muesli & yoghurt plus coffee for me and Nicole enjoyed her BLT. Oh and cheap! Not to labour the point but it was half of what I would expect to pay in the two-speed economy of Perth.
A short tram ride found us in Melbourne town where we picked over a couple of Japanese $2 (approx) shops – Tokuya and Daiso. Nicole did well to limit herself to about 10 or 15 items but she was in cute overload.
Then in keeping with the theme, light lunch at Yoyogi.

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*boring shopping expedition goes here*
The evening saw us first at Josie Bones, Collingwood with cousin Mikey.

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I got word of this place back in perth and indeed their selection of beers was at once intimidating, delicious and boozey.
Back into town to meet the ever-affable Anton & Felicity along with lovely Liz. Kokoro Ramen was in our future but the agreed meeting spot was the nearby Mai Tai bar, where happy hour is all the hours.

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But the main event was two doors down.

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Liz, Felicity, Anton, Nicole. I wish i was still eating that ramen.

It was a good, greasy ramen. The stock was thick and rich, good quality noodles were used and the eggs were just right. If I had to choose a last meal, a good ramen would right up there.
But like all good things it had to end. As luck would have it however, we were just round the corner from celebrated whisky bar Chez Regine and so for the second time that evening we were confronted with an impressive and boozey directory. I settled on a Linlithgow 1982, foreshadowing adventures to come. I think the picture says it all.

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