would you like a discovery with that?

discovering is one of life’s best experiences. it’s the feeling that something wonderful is before you, anything is possible yet the tangible presence is tantalising close but still unknown.

one reason i loved london so much was because i was in a discovery stage of my life. every new street, every new experience and every new person could reveal more about the city i was falling in love with and more about a person who i was beginning to better understand, me.

nowdays, the discovery is less intense. i’m in a new city but a city that is not that unfamiliar to me and while self-discovery still happens , it’s certainly not to the same magnitude or surprise as what i experienced in the uk.

a couple of nights ago, piero and i went to the winery on crown st - it’s the sister restaurant of one of our local favourites, the gazebo. the place is an amazing discovery! it’s an outdoor-indoor venue that sits on a slightly raised position overlooking the city. piero and i happily sat there, staring at the skyline and taking stock of the last 6 months – from london to sydney via south america, flat hunting, mortgage hunting, job hunting, the amazing cast of people on the journey with us and all the emotions we experienced. it was lovely and rewarding to reflect on the journey we took and all our discoveries on the way. it was also great to do it in a venue that we can now add to our sydney discoveries list.

take off your clothes and show me your typeface

love to love you baby...oooooooohhhhh!

that donna summer’s anthem sums up my feelings for smiths on bayswater – butchers & wine merchant, my fav local restaurant.

i love everything about it – the food, the service, the name, the is-it-casual-is-it-formal-vibe, the interior design, the throwback black-and-white-floor-tiles and even the type font!  

as piero said in his tripadvisor review: 'Overall a great place: try it and you might find yourself hooked!'

all aboard popeye

sydney is all about the harbour. if you’re not near it, staring at it or on it, you’re simply not sydney. and that is something we’re just not prepared not to be.

having a flat that overlooks the harbour means we’ve got the near-it and staring-at-it criteria ticked. all we had to do was find a way to conquer the third. the answer? jet boating!

while jayde was in town, the three of us boarded a stunt boat that twisted, turned and spun as all aboard screamed, laughed and – to paraphrase geri – got absolutely soaking wet. it was 45mins of pure fun.

but once is never enough so we found a way to take to the harbour again: a learn to sail class. i think when we booked, we were imagining lounging on a deck, sipping champagne while staring at the harbour. i can assure you, it was not.

learning to sail means training to be crew – we tied knots, upped the sails, steered the boat, ducked s the boom swung over our heads and grasped nervously to the sides as the boat tilted so much it made the jet boat experience look tame. it was three hours of work, three hours of fun and three hours of understanding why the harbour is the heart of the city.  

compassion in the city

potts point and surrounds are truly gorgeous parts of sydney that are home to some of the city’s, and indeed the country’s, richest people. but nestled behind potts point’s trendy cafes is the wayside chapel – a homeless shelter that helps 200 people a day.

the wayside has just published an amazing book called stories from the wayside where four top fashion photographers took shots of wayside visitors to show the humanity that unites us all. as part of the book’s promotion, timeout sydney published a fascinating interview with the wayside’s reverend graham long. if you’re interested, it’s well worth the read (i couldn’t find the interview on their site unfortunately, only in hard copy) but i’ve reproduced the last paragraph for you which put a smile on my face.

reverend graham long: ‘look, i think sydney is mostly a place of enormous compassion. our governor (marie bashir) is an extraordinary person. she phoned me one day to say “graham, i’ve got clothes for your op shop, would you like them?” i said. “that’d be great.” next thing you know the governor’s car is down the road and a man hands me a bundle of clothes. i put it into the op shop, and within an hour i saw a bag lady walking up the street wearing the governor’s clothes. new tell me, when has that happened in the history of nsw?’ 

heading south

‘melbourne or sydney... melbourne or sydney,’ was the focus of our where-to-live-in-oz debate.

like many visitors to australia, piero had been wowed by sydney’s gorgeous harbour, enviable weather and world-class city beaches. like many brisbanites (and countless others who grow up in a city which is not their country’s biggest), i’ve always been weary of sydney’s brashness but loved melbourne’s more subtle charms of style, reserve and understatement.

in the end, we reasoned that as brilliant as melbourne was, its  offerings were similar but on a smaller scale to what we-had-and-were-leaving-behind in london. sydney, however has one trump card that london (god bless it) and melbourne just don’t have: fantastic weather. after seven years of random weather, we wanted sunshine.

fortunately, choosing to live in one of our preferred cities hasn’t ended our love affair with the other, especially when it’s only a one hour flight away. last weekend we took advantage of the short distance and flew south to melbourne to stay with our friend jayde.

the weekend reminded me of exactly why i love melbourne. the funky cafes burst with character while serving up first-class food, the people appear to be effortlessly cool and stylish, and the city itself is picturesque while being small enough to saunter around in a half-day. i found myself wondering, should we have chosen melbourne? 

and then it rained. and then it was cold. and then it rained again. and i remembered exactly why i was so happy to be in sydney . 

some of the great places we visited that get the patata-seal-of-approval are:

• madame sousou cafe for a fabulously parisian brunch 
• shou sumiyaki sake bar and grill for a cook-it-at-your-table japanese bbq
• de clieu cafe for the most amazing bacon and eggs i've ever had
• charcoal lane - a high-quality, aboriginal-themed mission australia restaurant that is all about enabling aboriginal and disadvantaged young people to gain work experience

show me the grey

the anti-carbon tax rally made me angry. not because it happened – power to anyone who wants to protest – but because the leader of the opposition, tony abbott, took part. he has every right to of course, but the rally appeared to have more than its fair share of extremists groups sporting placards that were cruel and sexist.

it’s easy – and pretty unimaginative – to criticise politicians. it’s even easier – and even more unimaginative – to say things are getting worse. but the rally really worried me as it seemed to justify both these statements. federal  australian politics has always been feisty but at the moment it appears to be sliding downwards, becoming unacceptably divisive.

i can’t pretend to like tony abbott.  his machiavellian approach to things like the rally appears to be underpinned by a belief that his world view is completely and morally right. i worry that he just doesn’t see, feel or experience the grey. the problem with this is that it’s the ability to see the grey and let it influence you that stops extremism, prevents us from forcing our views onto others and opens our hearts to real compassion.

there are many things i would like our politicians to do but top of the list for me is for the opposition to have the courage to elect a leader who sees the grey.

feeling smug

as part of the we-live-in-a-kick-arse-community stage we’re in, piero and i decided to brave our local theatre, darlinghurst theatre, for a double showing.  

the first show was gorgeous bastard! – three gay blokes attend the heterosexual wedding of their ex. while there was some witty dialogue, all up it was a bit disappointing as it wasn't cast well and the script wasn’t particularly adventurous (is anyone really surprised that gay guys marry women when homophobia is still rife in society) or insightful (money, kids and making the jump to the other side were all possible reasons given for the wedding). the most interesting plot theme - one of the blokes was the brother of the wife - was brushed over but if i was at a wedding and a guy told me he’d shagged his sister’s husband-to-be, i think that would be the focus of my play rather than a gay guy playing straight.

fortunately, the second show - jane austen’s guide to pornography -  was much better. jane austen and a modern author help each other out - jane helps him add real romance to his novels while he helps her add sex. the due-worldly-element was reminiscent of the hours and hearing romance-obsessed-jane describe sex and the sex-obsessed-author describe romance was entertaining. add some drag, ridiculous piss-take-18^th-century -dancing and a pertinent point about whether you can have romance without sacrifice, the second play was much more to my liking.

and the best bit: feeling smug that we’ve supported local theatre on our short walk home.