[SYDNEY] BRUNCH AT SYDNEY FISH MARKET

Australia’s Home of Seafood, the Sydney Fish Market, is apparently the “…largest market of its kind in the Southern Hemisphere and the world’s second largest seafood market in terms of variety outside of Japan.” Brunch after touching down in Sydney and meeting up with Cassandra (yay!) was a seafood platter for one (but damnnnn look at the humongous portion) consisting of a cheese-baked oyster, fried-bacon oyster, scallops, barramundi fillet, squids and chips, plus avocado and salmon sushi, and 150g of incredibly fresh sashimi. For the amount we paid, it’s virtually impossible to get a comparable quality anywhere else!

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We had our brunch out in the open, face to face with this breathtaking harbour view. Winter in Sydney is colder than I’d expected! 50°F or so on a July morning, plus the sea-side breeze, is enough to chill one right to his bones. Thankfully nearer to noontime the sun came out to save the day. An insane number of crazy hungry sea-gulls (or whatever insolent bird creatures they may be) kept up their attempts to steal our sashimi. So we literally guarded our food, giving them the evil eye each time one of them hovered a hairline above our heads. Never feed one, for the rest will pounce on you.

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Sashimi which made the birds go wwwwwild. These birds only pick the best to scavenge for.20140717-144158-52918329.jpg

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Everything was so good, and so fresh. It’s comparable to seafood in Japan, for sure!20140717-144155-52915443.jpg

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So here’s what goes on at the other parts of the bustling fish market: platters and platters of yummy seafood and uber fresh fare!20140717-155646-57406211.jpg

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Oddly, the market does not reek of fishy odours like usual fish markets or literal fish markets. The air’s really clean, with a tantalizing fragrance that does not imply death and rot. YAY!

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Aside from seafood fishmongers, Sydney Fish Marker is home to numerous restaurants, cafés, a bakery, gourmet deli, greengrocer, fishing supplies store and a gift shop! So much to do, so little time! And so little stomach space T_T. Definitely coming back for more food with Cassandra. And yay I’ve got a companion! Definitely looking forward to Sydney from now on.

P.S. Meet the more well-behaved harbour-side feathered friend, just dragging his long black beak and doing his own things.20140717-160102-57662957.jpg

Sydney Fish Market
Pyrmont Bridge Rd
Pyrmont NSW Australia

xoxo,
Viktoria Jean

London Lovin’: Pret A Manger

It’s London Lovin’ Week!

Managed to tick something off my bucket list today:
spend an afternoon with coffee and a book, in London’s Pret A Manger.
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The name Prêt à Manger means ‘ready-to-eat’ in French. The first shop was opened in Hampstead, London.
(and please, it’s pronounced “pret-ah-mahn-zhay“, not “prettaye man-gurl”)

What I had this afternoon
“Barista’s Specialty”: Vanilla Latte
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Unlike your conventional fast food, Pret A Manger only produces fresh, handmade, and 100% organic sandwiches, croissants, fruits and tarts.

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And for 4pm on a Thursday afternoon, their Covent Garden store was exceptionally roomy!DSCN3909

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Coffee from Pret A Manger was also surprisingly really really good.
Instead of reading, I was leeching off Pret’s WiFi. Which was what 90% cafè-bums would do anyway, so, not guilty 😉
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Will be doing more cafè-hunting tomorrow and the day after!

65 Long Acre
London WC2E 9JD

Writing Prompt: Mint

Describe the taste of mint, without using the words blue, green, cool or fresh.
No, you can’t use “minty” either. — Sarah Selecky

You place it gently at the tip of your tongue, slowly wrapping it in a fold, delivering it into the moist cave between your lips as you clench your teeth shut. You close your eyes to savor the first burst of sharp flavor and here comes your first thought – it tastes like the sea on the cusp of summer’s noon.
Its circular body is flipped through and through, crashing against the banks of your teeth like a pebble in restless tides, chipping away each time it hits the shores. Alongside the summer heat, it glows with a force. It is a piece of invitation – come to the sea where it is cold, and I will melt the heat away.

At its peak, it throbs with torridity, fighting with a fervor to be scorchingly cold.

At the close of the day it is chipped to its core, releasing feeble spurt of tangy tremor as the setting sun retreats.
Its purpose dutifully served, it fades to nothingness.

xoxo viktoriajean

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we lived through a lifetime and the aftermath

For someone who’s a firm believer in New Year Resolutions,
I’m not entirely convinced of its life-changing capabilities.
Once in a while I look back upon my annual mandate,
written with fervent excitement over the promise of a brand new year…

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“2011….I will make more friends, smile too often, take too many bad polaroids, go selfishly individualistic and yet be open-minded and positive. I want to be able to wear ripped jeans, lace and leather, and printed leggings with calve-length boots, strutting down the streets with my fellow girlfriends, and be optimistic even when that’s not possible. Because what you think will affect who you are and the people around you.

And who cares about what insults others might throw at me. This year, I’ve had many. After the initial anger, hurt, and mulling over the words that were chanted, it doesn’t matter anymore. Who are you to make me care about your opinions? Won’t think of trading myself to avoid that split second of hurt or anger. So here goes. I DON’T CARE. If they have so much time to gossip about me, your life must suck balls. I have no time to process your silly gossips and it doesn’t interest me.

True friends will tell me when I suck, or that I have horrible hair, my shirt stinks etc, but I’ll listen and love them anyway.

Am also staying away from some people.The movie I watched today, Tron, is something about blind idealism when an isolated colony is led to think and behave in a certain, irrational way, by their leader, whether as enforced rules, simply an established social construct, or the people are slowly brainwashed to think alike. Oh well, no point. People in the Grid can’t see beyond their Grid World. Wanting to go over to earth is just a wishful thinking on their leader’s part. Quite a thought. Thus they should be left alone to manifest.

Well 2012 might spell the end (omg just saw this book in Times today about the apocalypse. very intriguing but also SCARY) of all of us. So quick do what we can! Live the moment and don’t die with regrets. We’re young and very much alive.”

xoxo
A younger version of me (2011)