I don't know who the hell Jonah is.
But 80 steps to here.
Little Italy deli and restaurant just around the corner from where we live in York.
On the way home I counted our paces from the front door of the restaurant to the front gate of our apartment building. 80 paces.
Yes, we did drink a bottle of good Chianti, but only one, so the paces were reasonably normal.
Now what struck me about this wasn't so much that we are surrounded by pubs, cafes, restaurants, and cake shops where we are currently living but the absolute proximity of them.
When we lived in Toronto it was exciting living in a busy, cosmopolitan area that was a hub of residents, commuters, workers and tourists all being catered to by bars, cafes, restaurants, diners and pubs and to me at the time these were all tantalisingly close. The closest though was probably at least 100 metres away - a camel and a packed lunch away!
Well, compared to York anyway.
In Auckland we are lucky to live in the central city area close to the universities. Now while there is a Japanese restaurant in the building on the ground floor and a decent Malaysian restaurant next door all of the other eating places within walking distance (from 50 metres to say 400 metres) are all cheap and cheerful Asian ones - Vietnamese, Chinese, Korean - which are OK but not normally where we want to dine especially if we want a decent glass of wine with our meal. To get to a reasonable Italian restaurant we have to walk a really long way or get a bus or a taxi.
Up north, in McLeod Bay the nearest eating establishment is a takeaway cafe (the best fish and chips in the world) which does, on weekends but early (closes at 8PM) do roast dinners but this is about a half a kilometer away all uphill!
Anyway, back to Little Italy, we enjoyed our meal and the wine and will make sure we take advantage of this and other establishments while we are here.
No designated driver required.
5 comments:
I found it really interesting that it was forty paces, or steps, to your restaurant. In fact, in was up there with knowing the ingredients of a packet of dog food or being able to accurately count all the cars in your street. Next time you should do what people on Facebook do and take a photo of your meal.
It was 80 paces you grumpy old bugger.
Sounds like you need a shot of something to sweeten you up.
Beryllim salts come to mind.
Anyway, go the All Blacks (in half an hour).
TC
By the way, I put spiros back on The Bob with a Bel Canto G string. I think the Kaplans were sounding a bit tired. It's a nice punchy sound.
Richard of RBB
Yoghurt was invented by the nomadic Mongolian tribes back thousands of years ago.
The root word is 'Yurt' not as some believe 'Yog'.
Yurt is also the Mongolian word for house or tent so we can assume that 'yoghurt' means something like 'house food' a bit like 'house wine' in a bar or restaurant.
Yoghurt, or yurt have nothing to do with Yort who is someone else. Ask Richard for more information on that.
TC
Someone is impersonating me. I bet they don't know what strings I've got on The Gloria.
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