Last Tuesday morning sounds

Romance, so it seems, is not dead. Well not for the moment anyways.

Akiba

So, there is a new kid in Canberra town. And while I love the editions of Monster and 86 to the Canberra fold, finally we have a serious Japanese leaning eatery in our midst. Akiba doesn't do micro herbs or foams - it just does bloody good, robust street food.

Akiba, I was told, was Asian fusion - the description included elements of Mediterranean, 'smokey' and all sorts of wrong. My take? Great flavours, a good menu for sharing, and a flipping great fit out. A bit of Osaka, a bit of Seoul, a teeny bit of Ho Chi Minh all rolled into a restaurant that would be well placed in any city. But it's in Canberra. And it's open every day of the week until late. Thank god: www.akiba.com.au

Saturday afternoon sounds

The Monkees, Daydream Believer

Friends are just the best

Today was filled with some of my favourite people, both near and far.  I could have squeezed the life out of the visitors from the middle east, we totally should have all been friends forever ago and now I want to make up for lost time. 

Then a blissful evening with two friends, where everything is always easy and right. 

People.  Remember, out of everything, friends are just the best. 

Spotted and hearted in Narrabundah

Cacti

At the Arboretum, Canberra.

Turns out hello kitty is a girl and not a cat at all...

Stolen from one of the Gypsy girls who spotted and hearted this while in the US of A

It's beginning to feel a (little) bit like Christmas

Thanks to Santa Claws

Sunday morning LSR

Still loving the renovations at the original Lonsdale Street Roasters. I could look out that window all day.

Canberra, you are a bit alright

Even the terrible folk singing couldn't ruin this Friday. Great company and a good local rose. Change of venue and food from the bus sitting on ice-cream crates, listening to bad eighties music while drinking cider. All under a beautiful sunset. 

If you don't think this sounds good, I just don't understand.

Thursday morning sounds

This song was gifted to me, and it's beautiful, so I'll put it here for you. Steve's Boy by the Lemonheads.

86 times a million

So, 86 could probably have its own label on this blog. And yes, you can all remind me about how much I was a hater the first time around. But honestly, once you understand how it works, and it just is - what is there not to love.

Last week Christine Mansfield was in the house making desserts. Don't tell anyone, but I like 86 desserts better.