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6:10 Monday 28 December 2009 Sydney (gmt+10) |
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My wife Sheila won't be back until later this week
and the fridge barely has any food left. (Tomatoes
and Lemons don't count!) So it's best to go out and
have a proper meal rather than to buy groceries and
cook. And it was good because Brett happened to be
in the city on Saturday so we did some catching
up... and some serious binge eating. Nice! |
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Our first stop was at
Seoul-Ria. Sheila and I go there on a regular
basis, but it was the first time for Brett and I
think he liked the place. It was a wet, relatively
cold summer evening so we had a Bimbimbap each, and
we shared a set of kimchi, pickes and a sizzling
steak. Oh, and we both had a bottle of
Cass too. By the time we finished our meal we
were both sweating like hell. Hehehe! |
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Most people would call it a night after a full meal
in a Korean restaurant... but Brett and I had more
eating to do. So we went across the street to this
kebab shop. It's not the one next to
Paddy's on Haymarket... but the one around the
corner on George Street. I always forget the name!
(Because most of the time I was there I was badly
intoxicated. Hehehe!) Anyway, they have those flashy
lights and they're open 24 hours... they make fresh
pizza, burgers, and roast chicken... and their
Kangaroo kebabs are to die for! YUMMY!!! It's just
unfortunate that mine exploded and I had to use a
knife and fork to eat it. Hehehe! |
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I really don't know how we ended up at
The French Riviera ice cream parlor... I think
we were looking for a decent coffee shop so we
can sit and talk when we "accidentally" found
ourselves there. Um... yeah, something like that.
And even though I was already feeling pretty full I
guess a giant size Banana Split wouldn't hurt so I
ordered one. Brett had the fruity sundae thing.
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...but I was wrong. It did hurt! I had a major tummy
ache. But by the time we got back to this coffee
shop below Seoul-Ria to meet up with Cha I was
feeling better. And at that stage that was it for
me. Anymore food that evening and I'd probably
explode like my Kangaroo kebab! Burp! |
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