Kitsch Bar in West Leederville has been around for a few years now, but when I heard the place had just been revamped including a brand new menu, I was there.
I thought I’d start this post with a warning. It may contain content you might not be too keen on, especially since you might be reading this first thing with a cup of coffee. Let’s talk about lactose intolerance. I can’t even remember when my body stopped “liking” milk products. It’s been that long. First it was regular milk, then came yoghurt and ice-cream and don’t even ask me about excessive amounts of cheese. My Mum always drank soy milk in her coffee back in the day, but as a child I hated soy. I didn’t want to find an alternative so I rebelled for a while. I kept drinking milk, I gorged on ice-cream and ate cheese by the chunk (don’t you do that?). My body hated me. I was constantly bloated and nauseated, I was back and forth to the loo post binge and I was irritable and generally unwell. So I had to move away from milk which really pissed me off, because I loved dairy products! Besides the obvious of not …
Roll back eight years and I was out on the town nearly every night with friends, dancing until dawn and drinking whatever was the cheapest option that evening (usually Passion Pop, ew). These days I prefer a few drinks with close friends and something I actually enjoy drinking. Introducing my new favourite go to beverage – Coco Vodka. Sounds delicious already, right?
Life has just been so insanely busy lately I haven’t had much of a chance to dine out in true food reviewer form. I know right? Blogger blasphemy! I love a good cafe visit, but every time I have dined out recently it has been an eat and run moment. Or a catch up with friends moment. Or a “I am so hungry I can’t be bothered photographing my food until it’s cold” moment. No staged pictures, no “styling” the table. Just good old fashioned nomming. But I thought I’d share a few spots I’ve recently visited (in non blogger style).
If you’re looking for good, honest food in a beautiful, modern setting then you must pop by the new and improved Flour Factory. I was kindly offered an invite to the Queen Street eatery’s relaunch last week, and I couldn’t believe the transformation!
Do you have a weekend ritual? Something you look forward to every week? It might be a trip to the shops or a few hours binge watching a TV series (just did it with season two of Wonderland). Besides those essential things, my ritual involves fresh fruit and vegetables, breakfast in the sunshine and good coffee with E. That’s right, it’s food related (of course).
Booking for a group of seven for breakfast is always a mission. Firstly, barely any places book for brekky these days. It’s simply a first in best dressed situation, but with a table of seven it’s generally a longer wait regardless. Secondly, so many cafes are the size of a shoe box of late that seven people wouldn’t even fit in the space! So finding a crowd pleasing option to suit seven felt like a bit of a mission a few weeks back, but the mission was a total success when we discovered the slick and sexy Tabella. Perched near Fremantle cafe royalty Gino’s, Tabella is an Italian foodie dream. Serving good honest meals from dawn till dusk, we were lucky to book a table (via Dimmi) for our large party without any trouble. And it was a good table. In fact we ended up seated by the large open windows facing the main strip, providing us with the perfect view of the terrace and all its early morning movement. A perfect place to chat, …