Greetings readers,

I realised I haven’t blogged in almost a year.

I guess I decided to blog again because I’ve found a new need to express my feelings.

For the past year, I’ve kind of avoided introspection. I needed to keep my mind numb so that I could accept and maintain my monotonous, utterly boring, life. I guess you could say I was just going through the motions… wake up, go to work at 9, get off at 6, eat, sleep, repeat.

I’ve started uni again this year, studying law – and it’s kind of forced me to think about who I am, what kind of person I want to be, what kind of people I want in my life etc.

So here’s to a year of rants as I go through the whole young adult, confused uni freshie, angst thing again.

xoxo Ally

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Cho Cho San

After receiving countless emails and recommendations for the brand-spanking new Potts Point “gem” Cho Cho San, I made the decision to make a booking for the 27th of July (A and I’s 26 month celebration).

For some reason, I got the impression that they had an awesome selection of reasonably priced sides. And since A and I are saving for our trip to Japan at the end of the year, I figured we’d just order tasty, affordable sides to fill us up.

When we arrived, I was immediately taken back to art class in seventh grade, where we were all seated along a single, long, rectangular table so we could splash out Van Gogh replicas in unison.

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We stood around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Here’s the first thing Cho Cho San lacks – a reception desk. I think any place taking bookings should have one of these.

I kind of wandered along the table awkwardly trying to look for the wait staff. It was kind of hard to tell because everyone just looked like hipsters. Finally, one of the hipsters approached A and I. I told him we had a booking, and he said, “Oh! Yes! You requested a window seat?”.

As my gaze drifted over to the window, I hesitantly smiled and confirmed his statement.

Lets put it this way. A window seat in Potts Point ain’t much of a prize.

As soon as our buttocks touched the backless wooden stools, we were offered either still or sparkling water. We mindlessly replied still water.

BIG MISTAKE. Rule number one guys. When a restaurant offers you still or sparkling water, just tell them you want table water. Spoiler alert. At the end of the night, we got a nice surprise on our bill. $4 EACH for bleeping “still” water. I wonder how much I’d get if I sat some tap water in a tank for a while and sold it back to them.

So back to the beginning of the story for our first nasty surprise. Those delicious crab buns I saw on the email recommendations were $12 each. EACH. I thought, there must be gold flecks in them or something. So we ordered one crab bun and one fried pork bun ($8) to enable us to each have a morsel of this gold flecked deliciousness.

The buns took a solid half hour to arrive. These guys were lucky we’d just come from the Aroma Festival, so the caffeine was still slightly suppressing our hunger.

When they finally arrived, I was sorely disappointed. There were no gold flecks in either of the buns. They tasted good, but for $12… well… There better be gold flecks in my poop.

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Because we were so disappointed by the lack of appealing choices in the sides menu, we had no choice but to go for the over priced mains. We ordered the $26 lamb cutlets, and the $30 wagyu beef.

Lets be blunt. I could’ve cooked a better lamb cutlet. Here’s how: I would’ve used less oil, and perhaps not be so heavy handed with the “charcoaling”. After I held the lamb cutlet to peel off the flesh with my teeth, cave man style, my fingers were left black.

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I can’t lie, the Wagyu beef was pretty damn good – it was cooked perfectly to medium rare. But the serving was small enough for me to have three plates myself (maybe if I randomly s*** out $90). And I didn’t understand the dips they gave us. They provided us with a pea drop of hot english mustard, a pea drop of wasabi, and a little sprinkle of the chilli powder you usually get at Japanese restaurants. The sauce that came drizzled over the Wagyu was already beautiful. Why would you dip it in some bottled, overpowering, english mustard?

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So here’s a summary of our night. For $88 we got:

  • A stomach still growling with hunger.
  • Cancer on a t-bone.
  • Disappointment- by the absence of gold in our buns (the actual buns and the other kind of buns ūüėČ )
  • Empathy for Italians who go to Criniti’s.

I think Cho Cho San translates to: stuff your asian mum can cook, plated in children’s portions, priced at 10000% of what it costs to make.

So would I recommend this place to you?

Yes- If you were a hipster, because then you deserve to be ripped off.

The Introvert Life

I’m not really good at getting close to people. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

I think the reason why I switched coffee stores in the first place was because they were getting way too familiar… The workers were coming to the dental clinic I work at… the boss (who also works there taking orders), knew my name… the barista made my coffee before I even ordered it at the counter…

Now this new place also knows my order as soon as I walk through the door. She’s written “SKL” (Large skim latte) on the coffee lid before I open my mouth. I’ve got a $20 note in my hand, so she asks “and the Portuguese chicken wrap too?”.

These encounters make me borderline uncomfortable… But still bearable. But lately I’ve been saving my coffee for lunchtimes. And at lunchtime, the cafe isn’t as busy. So what does the barista do? She starts a conversation with me. We have a conversation about my contacts, laser eye surgery, and meanwhile I’m getting increasingly uncomfortable.

I’m not ranting about all this because I think there’s anything wrong with me.

No, not at all.

I’m just an introvert. I like keeping to myself. I don’t like small talk.

I don’t like being asked about how my day is going because I really don’t believe the barista, or the shop assistant, or the bank teller, gives a damn. They smile, make conversation, and act like they care, because it’s all part of their “excellent customer service”. I would know – I do it at work.

When I’m not working, I just want everyone to shut the damn up.

I want everyone to mind their own business, because I’m too busy minding my own damn business. So is it too much to ask for, to be able to just get my coffee, and get out?

If I think we’re meant to be friends, then I will converse with you about all the wonderful things we share an interest in.

For the mean time, just leave. Me. Alone.

xoxo

Ally

Pretty Little Liars

Is anyone guilty of watching Pretty Little Liars?

If you were next to me, you’d be able to see me sullenly raise my hand and hang my head in shame.

I am guilty of avidly following PLL. If you’re guilty like me, you’ll know why I’m so embarrassed to admit that I watch the show.

For those of you who haven’t seen the show, please don’t start. You’ll be hooked on, and will forever have to live in a pile of your own filth and shame.

Yes, I love the characters on the show. Yes, they are nice to look at. Yes, the story line is somewhat interesting.

BUT

  1. Everything that comes out of their mouths is a cliche!

    Sometimes I cringe at how cheesy their lines are. I sit there wondering if the actor/actress realises how cheesy they sound. I wonder if they cringe like me when they watch playbacks of the episodes. I wonder if they’ve ever complained to the writers and told them not to write such cheesy lines (I feel like a pizza now).

  2. Shit just drags on because:

    When one of the girls makes a major discovery, they call each other up to say “hey I have something important to tell you, meet at blah blah”.

    And then surprise, surprise. They¬†are knocked unconscious or get run over by a car or something, and it takes a whole other season for everybody else to find out about the big revelation. Basically the plot is often at a standstill.¬†Why couldn’t they just talk over the phone? No pick up? It’s called voicemail!

  3. All the men in town are creepers.

    Most people forget that these girls are literally SIX-TEEN in most of the first and second season. Firstly, a fresh out of college teacher gets together with Aria. Secondly, a not-at-all-newly-graduated doctor has an interest in Spencer… and then Hannah! One of the detectives, who would be at least in his late 20’s, has a thing for Hannah. And oh, Spencer’s older sister’s boyfriend, who is also in his mid to late twenties, had a fling with her. Is it just me or is this town just full of creepers? Creepers who like to cradle-snatch.
  4. They are in HIGH. SCHOOL. DAMMIT.

    Like I said, with the story line and the crap they get up to, it’s so easy to forget that they’re in high school. But once you remember, nothing about the show makes sense. WHO the hell is letting them go out at odd times in the middle of the night? Who is letting these girls drive 500 km on a school night, to another town, to do god knows what? ¬†In high school,¬†either I¬†was home before the sun was down or I’d get a massive telling off.
    AND WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS DRINKING HUGE CUPS OF COFFEE?

  5. They just make the stupidest decisions sometimes. 
    No explanation needed.


Anyways…

Going to go catch up on an episode of PLL now.

 

xoxo

Ally

 

My terrible ordeal.

I just need you all to know what a push-over I am (sad face).

You’re either going to stare at your computer in awe after this story, or you’ll laugh at my weakness (don’t worry, I’ll hear your laughter through the world wide web).

Today I innocently wandered in to General Pants Co. on Pitt St, not really looking to buy anything, but kind of just satisfying my urge to browse/window shop. I hadn’t even browsed through the sale rack (as a poor uni student does) for two seconds when out pops a sales assistant with wide gleaming eyes.

“Hi! Can I help you with anything today?” she asks enthusiastically.

Go away. I was thinking.

I don’t know, I’m one of those people who just likes to shop in zen mode. I don’t like having to make small talk with shop assistants. I kind of just like to do mah thang and get out. The less of a connection you have with them, the easier it will be to walk out without buying anything.

Because I’m polite and don’t enjoy palming people off bluntly, I smiled and replied “No thanks, just browsing.”

Yes that should do the trick.

NO. No. It. Didn’t.

She made a comment about how early it was for someone to be shopping, and then managed to get a full conversation out of me. She chatted with me as I browsed around the store- she asked about my life for God’s sake! I felt bad if I didn’t at least try anything on, so… I tried a few things on.

And then followed a sequence of events that would lead to an hour and a half’s worth of time I’ll never get back.

As I was in the change room trying on my few items, the sales attendant would giddily skip back to the change room garnering armfuls of clothes for me to try on. I had to try them on… it would be rude of me not to (sad face).

So this whole ordeal left me torn. Now it would be¬†really rude of me not to buy anything. After all the help this lovely shop assistant’s given me. After mustering up so much effort to feign interest in my boring life, or what would look good on me.

So I did it. I bought a few overpriced pieces of clothing I didn’t really want.

As soon as I left the store, I wanted to return the items. And… that’s what I did. I began scheming about how I would return the items. I thought about going back the next day during lunch hour- fingers crossed she wasn’t working then. Instead I called up the World Square branch and asked them if I was able to refund at their store despite making the purchase at another store location.

Their answer was music to my ears. Yes. Yes I could return it at their store.

So I marched down there to return my gratuitous purchase, and get my arm and a leg back.

I would say the shop assistant callously toyed with my good-nature, and forced me to buy the clothing.

But no folks, I’m just a push-over.

And that’s that.

(sad face)

Marvel’s “Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D”

When I saw the preview for this show, I had high hopes for it because I love all things super-hero related. I¬†really wanted to like this show and was hoping it’d hook me on like the first two seasons of Heroes. But to my dismay, it was a grave disappointment. Maybe I shouldn’t have set my expectations so high… but the preview hyped it up as some awesome TV Show related to The Avengers!

So we pretty much get all the main characters thrown at us in the first episode, with no back story whatsoever. There’s a lot of action and the scenes move quick, but unfortunately the character development doesn’t really move at the same pace. The details of the scene become the main focus, whilst the characters are just kind of there to help play out the scene. What’s wrong with this?

Well the viewer is left feeling disconnected from the plot. You only care about whether or not someone’s about to be shot in the face if you like them, yet the show has done nothing to make the characters likable! I will make two exceptions though: the two bickering scientists, Leo (Ian De Caestecker) and Jemma (Elizabeth Henstridge), my only two loves on the show (mostly Elizabeth because she’s oh so pretty). Their banter is more witty and intelligent than anything that will ever come out of Skye’s mouth.

Who is Skye (Chloe Bennet)? Well I’m guessing she’s the leading lady. Her character is a civilian hacker who works for an anti-government group called “The Rising Tide”. I don’t know why but she annoys THE crap out of me. She’s introduced¬†as “bubbly and goofy” but “also warm, edgy and witty”. Her “bubbly and goofy” personality is more accurately described as pushy and annoying. Think of that annoying overly enthusiastic guy/girl who stops you whilst you’re in a hurry to catch your train. Even after politely insisting that you’re in a rush, they’ll still keep you and tell you about this amazing charity, and how much good you’ll be doing if you pledge a certain amount every month as a donation (and they always seem to leave out that they get commission from this, don’t they?). ¬†That’s her.

What’s even more of a cringe to watch is the inevitable romance between Agent Grant Ward (Brett Dalton) and herself. It’s such a cliche.

He’s your typical icy manly man, she’s your “warm”, “goofy”, “lovable”, yet still independent, lady, who comes in and teaches him a thing or two about being a human with emotions, he warms up to her, they get together, the end.

Oh, and let’s not forget Phil Coulson (Clark Gregg) from The Avengers (Yes! Coulson lives!). I don’t really have much of an opinion about him- and that’s the problem. He’s funny sometimes, but mostly he’s just a forgettable character.

This show is lucky I’m the type to give shows a whole season for a chance at redemption, before ditching it for a good. So here’s hoping things get better. Oh, and I really do hope we see more of Cobie Smulder’s (Robin from How I Met Your Mother) character cuz she is lookin’ fine!

 

Your first Sunday brunch with me, Ally!

Dear friend,

I hope you’ll enjoy my various rants about food, life, and more food, on our Sunday brunches. I solemnly vow to be as succinct and to the point as possible. I vow to be interesting, and I vow to portray my experiences to you in the most colourful way possible.

Hoping you’ll enjoy our Sunday brunches, and you’ll be back for more.¬†

Love, Ally