Summary of the last 30 days of Kulture Kween, the person and the blog, which are heavily based on the notes I scribbled down in my journal.…
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Anchovy's XO pipies were fresh, coated in just the right amount of XO sauce and each was a perfect suckling-size (hand towels were provided).…
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Dark Mofo’s Winter Feast felt like breaking bread in heaven—but with strangers, and in a far edgier, almost otherworldly way.…
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Balinese Ogoh Ogoh had found a home in Tasmania as part of the Dark Mofo festival, reimagined as a community ritual.…
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The Masak Masak logo was small—nothing flashy—which reminded me of the owner's humble vibe that I picked up over the weekend.…
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Summary of the last 30 days of Kulture Kween, the person and the blog, which are heavily based on the notes I scribbled down in my journal.…
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I can’t wait for the West to become Melbourne’s answer to London’s Shoreditch. One Kaiseki restaurant in Footscray, such as Matsu, at a time.…
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Please don’t make me choose between my scallop memories Fa. I love them all equally, like my own children. Children I don’t have.…
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I placed my oyster order at the most Tassie-looking one—The Fish Man—served by someone who looked like the fisherman behind the stall’s logo.…
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All the more reasons for Tassie trip next year. We can tick off Dark Mofo and Bar Wa Izakaya's Midnight Ramen party.…
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