Biting Into My First Australian Meat Pie in Pie Face

I, and my major hangover, woke up by knocking on the Kings Cross hotel door. “Are you okay?” Jik asked me through the crack of a chained door. “I. yes.” I could hear my throaty voice. “Breakfast?” she offered. So 15 minutes later, freshly showered and 10% sober, we stepped into the biting chill…

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