I’d offer my insight but all I did was steal her onion rings. There was just the right amount of the horseradish aioli and the bun was nice & squishy” “ The pulled lamb was very tender and went very well with the hickory sauce. Here’s what my buddy thought about her burger: Oh, this is what my friend had: The hick burger: pulled lamb, onion rings, pickles and lettuce It was definitely like watching Spiderman…except in my mouth. I’m a fan of ranch dressing but this incarnation wasn’t as salty as I was expecting and served as an additional texture for this fantastic burger. The two crabs within were fried perfectly. The buttermilk bun was divine and didn’t let its contents leak out like buns that other places implement. I took a bite into the po boy with its delightful soft shell crabs (shaped like spiders, my analogies aren’t that farfetched!) and was immediately at peace with the world. I was face to face with something I’d been thinking about for a long time and my body was trembling at the thought. It was just like what happened with Raff’s pork belly burger at Chur. My friend was already halfway through her burger before I even had my way with mine. Even my camera lens couldn’t keep its focus in front of this brilliant creation Wait, I’ve got to undress this fox first. Now on to the burger that has been served to me by Anna Kendrick in my dreams for the past couple of months: Soft shell crab po boy with slaw, ranch dressing and encased in a buttermilk bun, The combination is one that hasn’t been fully embraced outside of America, but my metaphorical arms have definitely clung onto it unconditionally. It was very rich and the balance between peanut butter and jelly was great. I knew that it was vital to trust the strangers on the internet and immediately ordered one. Peanut butter & jelly milkshakeĪll the reviews I read insisted that I try a milkshake. It wasn’t sickly sweet like some store brand strawberry sodas and served as a great accomplice to the dishes to follow. It tasted very authentic and the strawberry shrapnel definitely strengthened its case. This is the exact opposite of what happens in my house, I am obviously under the influence of something if you see me guzzling the contents of a jar and you should probably call an ambulance or throw a glass (or jar) of water in my face. I have nothing against a regular glass, but I much prefer sipping something out of a jar. We started with a couple of drinks: Homemade strawberry soda I had been preparing for this day for months, I knew exactly what to order… but the choices on the menu were so tantalising and almost made me stray from my path. Success, we got a table immediately albeit a shared one right next to the coffee machine and kitchen. I went with a homie at an obscure hour to hopefully counteract the crowd. I know the picture makes it look deserted but I assure you it was quite packed. It was blowing up the food blogosphere and everyone seemed to be enamoured with the newest addition to the cafe scene in Surry Hills. When I first decided to join the food blogging community, I compiled a list of all the places I wanted to go to and Paramount Coffee Project was on top of the list. Perhaps, a kitchen that resides in the Paramount building in Surry Hills? Maybe….this was an extremely long winded introduction about how high expectations can sometimes have an impact on how much you enjoy your meal and it takes a special kitchen to live up those expectations. Then again, maybe my expectations were too high? Maybe I had just told myself that it was going to be the greatest movie/moment of my life and it was bound to fall short. The movie was so bad that the guys in charge of the franchise decided to reboot the whole thing five years later. They got the guy from That 70s show to portray the most notorious villain in the Spiderman universe and there was very little pay off. There was a five minute scene in which Peter Parker momentarily became emo and danced around a bar that makes my stomach squirm to this day. It was bloated, felt rushed and extremely tacked together. Can you imagine how excited sixteen year old Isaac was for the third installment of the trilogy? It was going to feature VENOM, James Franco had finally found out who murdered his old man and Spiderman 2 had blown my socks off (seriously, I didn’t wear socks for weeks). I’m a big Spiderman fan, I have a Spiderman bobble head sitting on my desk at work and I’ve seen the first movie starring Tobey Maguire at least a dozen times. One of the most disappointing moments of my life so far was when I saw Spiderman 3 for the first time.
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