next event in timeline: no surf of a sunday meant i dragged the g man up with me and we were well surprised (courtesy of pom friends indeed, cheers).
a pocket strip in newcastle, the darby street precinct is brewing with trendy bars and cafes that of a weekend will have their street side tables overflowing with hip novocastrians, succumbing to the aromas of freshly ground coffee beans being poured into sleek latte glasses.
there's also no doubt that necessary pedestrian footsteps prior to such gusto hits of caffeine will require g and myself to yonder on past the many eclectic shops that are squeezed in between the eating spots. with some of the best shopping in newcastle down this street, i'm cursing cars and registration.
i'm not however objecting the inspiration that is stemming from all the unique boutiques and homeware stores, many of the items being from local designers.
obligatory stop due to other half's stomach making curious noises related to hunger. common occurrence every few hours and must be attended to immediately otherwise patience may wear thin in next boutique where my attention must be commanded...
the kitchen it is. No, not us cooking. Jeez, give us a break. 'The Kitchen': 133 Darby Street. With an award winning barista at the annual darby street coffee festival in june, and customers galore, this is a good sign. we settle. and for some reason, don't order caffeine?
we do however, decide on a lamb burger with beetroot relish and hommus with crispy potato skins for the grumbling stomach, nicely presented on a rustic wooden board
and for moi, a sweet potato and roast vegetable toasted turkish...
we leave the dishes in the kitchen, because we are good housemates and continue down the end, returning to car brimming with ideas for our own little place one day.
go darby.
a coastal drive home is on the cards, along with a touch of lamb odour emanating from other half, soliciting a chilly winter breeze from car window on drive home.
a heartening afternoon indeed.
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