131 King Street
Last night was yet
another catch up with that irascible gourmet Lachlan Milne. He’d been dying to catch up for after work drinks since he now works “in the city” – and hasn’t been able to for the last fourteen years, since moving to the country and working
for councils out that way. It was
also his birthday recently, and he and I share a predilection for saturated
fats and booze. So, it was a night
for boozin’ out.
The most amazing thing
is, we made the “old school” discovery of the year… French, fatty and with
fabulous steaks. And in the least
likely place imaginable.
Now, read on!
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