There are bad ideas, and then there’s our idea: lunch outdoors in the middle of December. The sun was blazing, the air thick enough to chew, and yet we—brave, foolish souls of The Toastie Times—decided that al fresco dining was the way to go.
We set off with nostalgia in our hearts, bidding farewell to the old days of Fat Dogz in Canon, and trekked across town to its shiny new home. What we forgot, however, was that garden walls, giant fans, and a roof do not equal air conditioning. Spoiler alert: sweat was the only seasoning we didn’t order but definitely got.
The toastie situation itself was a comedy of errors. One came buttered, one did not. Both came with a generous side of confusion—and an even more generous side of our own perspiration. It was less “gourmet comfort food” and more “survival challenge with bread.”
By the end, we weren’t sure if we’d eaten lunch or just endured it. But hey, every great adventure needs a little chaos, and ours came wrapped in foil, dripping with irony, and served hot—literally.Les mer
16. desember, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 32 °C