A few Friday nights ago, The Brooding Architect organised a double date with one of our favorite couples – The Botox Babe (to clarify, she injects it and does not receive it) and The Artistic Pharmacist. Because we were so disorganised, we could only get a booking for the fashionably late dinner sitting of 9.30pm. Having {more}

I have said it before, but this blog is not at all cutting edge. For years, lots and lots of more qualified people* than me have raved and ranted about Hu Tong Dumpling Bar. This would ordinarily stop me from adding yet another review to an already overcrowded space. (*In particular there are some great {more}

I know, I know – I failed to action my task list in a timely fashion last week. Blame the newly re-branded Virgin Australia who cancelled our return flight from Brisbane on Sunday afternoon, which meant that I got home at 11pm, on Sunday night, leaving me playing catch up on “life administration” (credit to {more}

In the week leading up to Easter, you have noticed a higher than usual ratio of black smock wearing types on the streets of the  Melbourne CBD. The only reasonable explanation was the National Architecture Conference was in town! Being married to The Brooding Architect means that by default lots of our friends are architects {more}

As I mentioned in my previous post, last weekend I celebrated another ‘closer to 30 than 20 birthday’. As a special treat, The Brooding Architect organised a big mystery date last Friday night. His ability to keep the destination a surprise was impressive. I could not even coax it out of him when I asked him what I {more}

The purpose of my (second) most recent* trip to Cumulus Inc was to meet up with a good friend from my uni days, The Weekend Farmer. By day The Weekend Farmer is a high-flying construction lawyer, who seems to spend the bulk of his time in airport lounges and on flights en route to exotic {more}

For my recent absence. It is that time of year where lawyers have to do lots of working lunches and dinners. This week I have already been to the Italian and Tutto Bene. Today I am off for what The Brooding Architect calls a “girl power” lunch at one of my favourites, Red Spice Road. Sadly, while I am {more}

I have been a bad blogger over the last week . I blame: Having to be a ‘real lawyer’ and preparing not one but two matters for trial this week; and A whirlwind weekend visit from Glamorous Sister No. 2. Anyway, enough excuses – let’s just say I have lots of food stories to catch {more}