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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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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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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Eating oysters with a glass of bubbles by Clifton Beach, one of the most beautiful private beaches in Australia, sounds romantic. But...…
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Maybe this Hobart trip will bring back the reasons that made me so happy during my first trip. And maybe I'll write more about it.…
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You know what the Australian version of my American white-picket-fence dream is? Keeping a chicken coop and some chickens, of course.…
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We found a closer Milk Bar near our house. It’s even gaudier, but also doesn’t sell eggs. I take all my overseas friends there.…
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