There is something I forget about Perth when I live somewhere else. It's the sort of detail that just doesn't feel important enough to remember unless you are right there and it is relevant. Like which night is bin night.
Not *all* restaurants are open in Perth on Monday nights. That seems to be their day of rest, or their day of no customers, so they close to save expenses.
Monday was the day that Kerryn and I had decided to catch up - she has a very busy schedule, and you know, I don't right now, so she offered Monday and I concurred. I even got to meet Ross, who I completely approve of: a very good man indeed. And he seems to like being called "Rosco", so I don't know what could possibly be better than that!
Anyway, Kez is lovely so she picked me up from Mum and Dad's - although I could have walked to her place in about ten minutes, she's very close by. We were going to go to the Wild Fig. Lots of good reviews, they have a veggie night with a sitar player and everything. Yeah - closed. Okay, how about that place with Salt in the name? Yeah, closed.
Alright then, Portofino's at Hillarys Boat Harbour it is then.
It was great to catch up with Kerryn, who is working (managing?) the only LuluLemon in Perth. It was also great to get to know Rosco, who actually lives in Mandurah (about an hour drive South). We had an awesome Perth meal: huge troughs of pasta, a couple of bottles of fifth leg "red", a cheese platter to help us finish the second fifth leg (by my calculations that is definitely ten legs in) and then we got those cute fancy desserts that look like something but are actually icecream: you know, the one shaped like a peach which is peach gelati on the outside with chocolate icecream in the centre to mimic the stone, and a little garnish leaf of some other icy treat on top.
Ate a lot.
They kicked us out at ten pm, though - it was time to close.
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