Having Had a Gut Full

There comes a time when we've all had enough. Enough to drink, enough to eat, enough of other stuff. It's come to the point now where the hype of Tasmanian food and wine should be called to account. That is the point of this page, and I hope you'll bear with me as I take you on a journey of pissing and moaning about the state of affairs in my fair city. Hate to be negative, but hey, that's life. I'm also hoping to 'stir the possum' (as someone once said to me) and get those in lala restaurant land thinking about things other than the lint in their navels and the length of their wine lists. Fingers crossed that by the time I'm finished, they'll think twice before using the terms 'jus', 'rosti', and 'confit' with such abondon.

Bon appetit!