Mrs Brown or Mama Brown?

This is about my fifth visit to Mama Brown but no post as it was in my pre-blogging days. They’ve since changed their menu and their hours. Now open Wed- Sunday, they’ve finally realised that they need to open earlier on weekends. Each time I’ve driven by on a weekend, I’ve noticed how much fuller the café is.  However my bug bear is, if they open at 9am, they should be ready to go at 9am. Not be taking chairs off tables and wiping tables. This is not ok. Continue reading

Lucky Strike- Beer and Brisket

Mention brisket, and my stomach does somersaults. In like Flynn. Hubby and I loved our bbq brisket in Texas last year, so to have Lucky Strike, a unique outdoor setting pop up in Welly, 12-14 Tory Street, behind The Lanes bowling alley, I can’t tell you how excited I was. Continue reading

Don’t Mess with Texas!

I saved a few special Texan foodie/music spots till last, as they deserve their own review. Thanks to fellow foodietraveller friend Ronda, for her research. Salt lick BBQ was the bee’s knees as far as BBQ goes, as was the blues at the Skylark lounge and a fab brekkie at Magnolia South Cafe. Continue reading

She sells sea-shells on the seashore!

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Being able to sit on the balcony of the Seashore Cabaret in Petone on a gorgeous autumnal day was just bliss. Located above the Petone Rowing Club this new cafe belongs to the Maranui cafe family. It’s a gold mine and good fortune for the Petone-ites, Eastbourne-ites, Hutt chicks and Wellywoodians alike.

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Eat Study Drink!

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Memories flooded back from my ‘uni’ (or ‘varsity’) days when I visited Victoria University campus for a coffee meeting. In those dark ages, we had two cafes; one for the BP’s (beautiful people) and the other nick-named as the ‘scungy’ cafe. Ours had filter coffee served in brown, now retro, arcoroc mugs, with an occasional afghan biscuit. I never ever visited the other one of course as the ‘eye candy’ was not the same. Continue reading