Today was my second flat white and florentine extravaganza. Mmm. This time, with my Mum. I like my Mum. I love my Mum!
We had an ace visit with Grandma after lunch, and decided to drive to the local tourist venue: Hillarys Boat Harbour. It's close to Mum and Dad's house, free to park and wander around, and there's always something interesting going on. Indeed, about twelve years ago my busking career started and ended there. The world is a better place for it, I must say.
Anyway, I digress. Hillarys has been renovating after a fire left areas gutted, and it obviously chose to use the opportunity to expand. Didn't seem necessary, but I'm sure they have their reasons. Now, you can use a bridge to get to the marina buildings. Apparently the bridge raises when a boat needs to go past - which isn't often: the only boats it's penned in are ones for sale, and I swear it's the same boats from my busking days.
Anyway - lovely walk around, and Mum finally let me buy her something: a flat white and a florentine.
This was from the Sorrento Beach Cafe, or something like that. Flat white was creamy, but with a tiny bit of fluff on top - it was insignificant enough that I just stirred it in. Aren't I brave? Florentine was excellently home-made, a little bit burnt, but the chocolate hid it well. There were whole cherries in this one, not just pieces. They gave us forks to eat our florentines with, which didn't work at all. Atmosphere was brilliant: I was with my Mum, so good company, comfy chairs, pretty view, rather good all round.
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