Australian
This old chemist shop on Hindley Street still has all the old wares in a cabinet, behind me. If I get indigestion, I'll just take a swig of Bickford's hydrogen peroxide.
Sean seems to also have a dining room.
Busy tonight, so I'm going to be seated outside, like one of those dogs leashed to a pole. :(
Orana is the wackiest and most interesting restaurant I've been to. On my last visit, I didn't like a lot of the food, but it was a fascinating experience for a feedie like me. :)
On my way here, I follow a giant rat that's made a home in a drain. If times get tough, I'll go back and revisit him.
All the couches are occupied by glamorous women. I ask the waitress what's going on. She tells me, unofficially, that she thinks there's a Miss Universe event on here.
The place is almost empty. Apparently a band is coming in later. I'll ask if they'd like my autograph. :)
Tonight, FEED WITH FRIENDS!
Friends have randomly decamped to a restaurant, which happens to be fancy enough for me. They will bear witness to my expert feedings.
With its low-rise buildings and crap roads, McLaren Vale feels more like a country town than a suburb of Adelaide.
The restaurant is an old house, with an industrial kitchen grafted onto it.
Last time I was here, the place was empty. It still is. The food was good, but that's not a good sign for the business.
This complex sits atop a multi-levelled pit, reminiscent of a strip mine. There are hundreds of people here, in the various eating areas.