Cold Dog

See this hotdog? Looks pretty good, right? Plenty of additions. 
It's stone cold. Yeah, a cold 'hot' dog. 
This cost $9.50. 
Even worse, my hopes were really high for this. I was excited to be in here due to the sign on the street promoting these hotdogs, that were only available from 9.30. We got here at 9. We bought beer and played Street Fighter and pool until they were ready to serve this up. At 9.48 we went to the counter and asked for our hotdogs. Except, they weren't ready. No tongs apparently. Had just received 80 orders to the kitchen so they were running behind we were told. Chris is a bit of a numbers man, so he did his thing and counted 37 potential patrons. 80 was a lie. 
All of a sudden there was a bunch of tongs and they were ready. 
Out come the hotdogs. Stone cold, overpriced hotdogs.
Bar Cleveland, Redfern, New South Wales. 

I work hard for the kransky

I'm not one to normally eat an apple without giving it a rinse first, but that's the situation I found myself in.
I ventured into the local independent supermarket that beckons from across the road from the train station on my way home.
It was 8.30pm and unfortunately, leaving the office at ridiculous times is a situation I normally find myself in. A working situation where your boss thinks it's OK to grab you at 7pm and ask you to sit with him to 'learn' something until the task he's working on is done no matter what, is not  OK. It's not healthy. If it ever happens to you, run away. I let it creep in from the beginning of this particular job about 18 months ago. It's too late for me, save yourself!

Where was I? Apples. So because I left the office at a shit time feeling tired and drained, I decided I can't be bothered boiling pasta and microwaving pasta sauce. Yes seriously. I needed my comfort food. Pizza? Sometimes actually but I've done that too often lately. Chinese takeaway? No. Fast food burgers? No.

Eggs, kransky and toast. Oh yes.

So I ventured into that supermarket. Eggs, check. Apples, well they were there and cheap, $2.90 a kilo.
Kransky... Kransky? Dammit.
Can I make do just with eggs and toast? The bread is almost double the standard chain supermarkets. Abort. I'm going to walk further to one on the standard chains and justify that as exercise for the day. Forget the fact that the initial intent was to get stuff arguably easy to cook than the easy pasta, I was now on a mission.
But I bought the apples, I'll eat one on the way to tide me over for a bit.

How much are the apples at the chain? $2.70. That'll be right.
Kransky was on special though. Winning.
Hi-bran Weet-Bix has had a makeover. I bought that for the first time in a while because Weet-Bix with milk is easier than muesli with yoghurt. Yes that's forward planning for how I'll feel tomorrow. The whinge though is that it's no longer just Weet-Bix, it's a blend. I don't want 'honey' added. It didn't need sweetness to begin with, it's not bitter! 1.5% honey does not make a "blend". Oh but there's sugar in the ingredients list. Honey, of course.

And all of a sudden it's 11.30pm. Mind you, the dinner worked.

I'm so hungry

Another day on a weekend, another frustrated scramble through the interwebs looking for places that serves up breakfast that meet the following criteria:

- All day availability (if I want eggs at 2pm, who are you to judge? I didn't know chickens issued a decree on when I can eat their delectable ovums).

- Be somewhere that I've not yet ventured to, I mean come on, with inner city brunches being the hippest thing since Tamagotchi turned us all into 7 year old parents, surely there's a cafe opening up every week?
(OK OK, not that much of a wanker, I'm OK going somewhere I've been to before, in fact I have some staples, but freshness is the spice of life...or something like that...)

- Not be too expensive. I'm OK with spending $20 on a breakfast dish as long as I'm either satisfied with the size or impressed by the effort that goes into cooking or presenting it, ideally it's something I can't make at home. I'm not OK with $20 on an omelette with four pieces of chorizo lamely making an appearance like people that came to a party as plus ones, not knowing anyone else there.

Alright, I've given you enough of my time, why aren't you giving me any suggestions, my cup of tea is almost empty and still no destination
:(