The ride on Saturday was great, but all that effort, fitness wise, was wasted as Suga and I just proceeded to non-stop eat all weekend.
We caught up with Zi and Gloria, Charles and Anna at PRIME at Sydney’s GPO. I’ve eaten there a couple of times, and always went for the $155 wagyu (which is amazing), this time I went for the lesser grade $85 cut and fuck it was shit. Full of chunky fat bits, made me feel sick. It feels crap to pay out of your ass for shit service and a bad meal. Zi was super pissed. I’m sure he didn’t sleep well that night lol. I’ll not eat wagyu again this year.
Some bottles were $2000+.
Love the fancy ducanter. This $70 bottle was super nice.
On Sunday we had a relos lunch at Suga’s place. That was always going to be decadednt. Wagyu was served too (lol), the smell of it alone made me feel sick.
Salmon + soy + nose bleeding wasabi FTW.
Love them or hate them. I love them.
Mornay! I’m not meant to eat cheese (I’m a soy boy), but I couldn’t resist.
We caught Kungfu Panda, it’s always refreshing to see animation on the big screen. Fun movie but the ending was a little too rushed.
More food at Nino’s, Bondi Westfields. Fun night, the pasta was insane. I’m a huge pasta fan, and haven’t had pasta as fresh as this in years (go the angel hair with balmain bugs). Dinner with my family’s always hilarious. When my mother gets together with her two younger sisters it always ends up in dirty jokes and much belly laughter. Nicholas, my cousin who finished high school last year, was on a high from going to his first ever trance club (in Melbourne). Seeing him attempt the Melbourne Shuffle outside the restaurant in the mall was hillarious. Of-course I told him to not go there, ’cause the Melbourne shuffle is gay.