The plan was to meet at Blainie and Steve's, with Pete and Nicole as well then we would all pile into one car and head to 2 Fat Indians, the new restaurant on Beaufort Street, Mt Lawley. Blainie and Steve are still mourning the closure of Little India, which was by far the best Indian restaurant in Perth ever - we worked out it must actually be about 5 years since it closed, so it really is time to move on. They're still looking for a good substitute. 2 Fat Indians may well be it! A bit more expensive ($15 ish for veggie dishes, $20 - $25 for omnis). Service was pretty good, venue funky, etc. well worth a look if you find yourself int he neighbourhood. Blainie got her camera out, but I haven't seen the pic/s yet - I'll ask her for some copies.
Then we walked up Beaufort a bit to get to the Flying Scotsman. Now, this is simply a pub on a street corner. You can drink and eat inside, you can drink and smoke outside. I don't believe you can eat and smoke outside though, I think that may be illegal.
Anyway - The Scotsman has the weirdest quirk that none of us can make sense of. You order and pay for things at the bar (reasonably standard in Perth) - but you aren't allowed to carry the drinks to an outside table. Really. Start heading towards the door with a beverage and staff swoop on you from all angles and grab it off you, put it on their tray and walk it to your table. Bearing in mind this is not a tipping culture, it seems to be some sort of legal requirement. It can be quite a fun game though - see how clsoe you can get to the door before you're stopped. Well, it's Perth, there's not much else to do ...
After a while, we decided to find our way to the upstairs room, as we could see people on the balcony. Man - was that swish! Very gothic, cocktail bar. Leather studded lounges, bookshelves covered with "old" books, Smooth DJ dude in the corner, gothic flock wallpaper ... We give it two weeks before it is completely overrun by tossers.
I love that guy in the background.
Back at Blainie and Steve's, I bonded with Yuki, their ragdoll cat. She is loved like a firstborn, that one. I plan to have many photos of her on Sunday, when I return to Mabel Street for a barbeque.
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Ah, "old" books. I thought they only appeared in coffeeshops full of pseuds.
In other news, my bank-man's daughter is called Yuki. This confirms my belief that everything relates to children once you've spawned. Like, why do I even know the name of my bank-man's daughter?
A very good question, Bob ... the world is small yet strange ...
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