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!
About Me
- Georgie Weston
- The date of my birth (6 January) is the Feast of the Epiphany - the celebration of the discovery of the Baby Jesus by the Magi (the 3 wise kings). I like to think they enjoyed a great wine, a fabulous meal in fine surroundings, and magnificent service. This and other delusions have led me to spit the dummy about food in Hobart. Hobart Restaurant Bitch - on the hunt for the Divine Dining Experience!!
2 comments:
Fantastic! Finally someone has done it - a site to bitch at the half-baked attempt at culinary excellence in our city. Hopefully this will inspire local restauranters and the like to aim just that little bit higher and give Tasmanians the dining experience they deserve.
Donovan
interested to hear what you have to say. i shall reserve furhter remarks till then.
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