Melbourne Food & Wine, Oh So Fine


The annual Melbourne Food and Wine Festival is happening now. Should I consider these 17 days my new favorite time of year?

Despite involuntary urges to register myself for nearly every fine dining, wine sipping, foodie-mingling experience, I had to restrain myself. Instead, I opted to dabble lightly in the water-themed festivities by attending one free and one paid event.

Nestled in bustling Queensbridge Square (Southbank) and literally on the Yarra River overlooking the city is the Immersery, festival kitchen, bar and rain garden.   In theory, it’s a free event but in reality you won’t leave without being tempted to spend some cash.

The Immersery

The Immersery

The massive pop-up venue has a floating bar featuring live acoustic music, a rainforest and misting rooftop bar serving Victoria’s Seppelt, Coldstream Hills and T’Gallant wine and a tempting menu of dumplings, fine meat selections and vegetarian options crafted by leading chef’s from Melbourne’s top restaurants Silo, Añada & Bomba, Huxtable & Huxtaburger, Borrowed Space, and Tani Eat & Drink. To be honest, after spending $55 on a bottle of Coldstream Hills Chardonnay, $30 on the disappointing meat platter we roamed around to learn a bit more about green living, explored the mist of the rain garden and called it day.

My highlight of the festival however was the King and the Squire five-course degustation held at the Portland Hotel and James Squire Brewhouse last Saturday. I expected pub food and poorly matched beer pairings but left with a stomach full of exquisite deliciousness and ten beers deep.

King Island Tasting Menu, The King and The Squire

King Island Tasting Menu

Sat at long tables the event was a mix of family style sharing and individual serves all paired to the likes of James Squire beers around the theme of King Island, a small island off the coast of Tasmania known for beef, cheese and seafood. General Manager Joe kicked things off with an entertaining introduction of how they conceptualized the King Island theme around Cloud Juice and walked us through each course offering educational tips on the differences between lager and ale, the beer making process and how to pour the perfect pint.

The meal started off with a shooter size serve of gazpacho: seaweed, a hint of chili and quite rich, it was the perfect serving size and ended with a large oyster at the finish. Also, a great paring with the Orchard Crush Apple Cider.

The next course was worth the money alone. As Joe finished telling us about Cloud Juice, the purest of rainwater collected on King Island and bottled to the likes of marketing influenced tourists I saw the masterpiece out of the corner of my eye being served to the next table. Huge buckets full of a seafood wonderland served on ice. Whole lobsters, razor clams, mussels, raw oysters, oysters shots, and 5 pepper fried prawns. A bucket served four people and that was overly generous. As I expertly removed the lobster meat from the claw like a seasoned professional in one pull, the experience combined with the taste sent me back to summers at the Jersey Shore.

Our next course, and we’re nearly full at this stage, was a large portion of very rare steak, almost too rare but also so tender. Accompanied by crispy carrots covered in cinnamon, a beautifully sweet parsnip puree and oxtail dumplings exploding with flavor. While others commented the oxtail was unnecessary and too much meat on the plate I agree there could have been a green however the bitterness of the cabbage on the dumpling exterior was a nice balance to the rest of the dish. The Nine Tales Amber Ale was the perfect accompaniment to the red meat.

Whether you want desert or not when someone puts a warm chocolate fondant in front of you with fresh mint mango sorbet (the one item not from King Island yet there was no shame in admitting it), it’s impossible to say no. Paired with the Jack of Spades Porter it went handsomely with the chocolate.

To close the day was a platter of King Island roaring 40’s blue, sharp cheddar and a soft Brie with two last beers.

After thanking the top chef Nick, Joe was more than accurate when he said, “ I think we all know the hero of the day is the cow!” I’m overly impressed with the attention to detail, serving sizes and both value and superiority of the food. Will definitely be attending a future event at the Portland Hotel.

To top it off, as I said, attention to detail, we were all given a quick tour of the brewery, sample menus from the day’s servings, and a bottle of Cloud Juice!

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I crave


The first bite is nearly indescribable. On my fork is a piece of romaine, a crumb of blue cheese, a sliver of apple-wood smoked bacon and the money shot, a morsel of fried chicken doused in buffalo sauce. Mmm, delicious.

It’s not uncommon that I get asked about the food I crave from back home. Typically I just respond that nothing specific comes to mind. But it’s not until I step off the plane onto US soil and get the first grumble in my stomach that I hunger after all the foods, healthy or not, that I don’t have the opportunity to indulge in regularly here in Australia.

I’ve yet to taste the sweet and spicy combination of buffalo sauce, a hot sauce mixed with various spices, vinegar and butter usually poured over fried chicken wings, hence famous Buffalo chicken wings. A big salad with buffalo chicken or chicken wings with a side of celery and blue cheese dip is always a hot item (literally) on my list.

Buffalo Chicken Wings

Buffalo Chicken Wings

Then again, no visit to Philly or South Jersey is ever complete without a traditional Philly cheesesteak.  Thinly chopped steak on an Italian roll with provolone or Cheese Whiz, with or without (onions) is the customary way to go.  It’s quite contested who has the best steak in town but if I’m around for just a short time, I’ll take any I can get my hands on. Luckily for me on my last trip home over the holidays I had the pleasure of trying Campos Deli for the first time, voted Best of Philly.

Campo's Cheesesteak

Campo’s Cheesesteak

But no cheesesteak is complete without a Yuengling, my favorite everyday lager and the oldest brewery in America. Plus, you can’t beat the price of a 6-pack for $6 compared to the appalling price of about $18 in Australia for just a mediocre brew.

Additionally, nothing compares to the convenience, quality and sheer volume of Wawa convenience stores. Growing up, there were four Wawa’s in my town and I got accustomed to quality deli sandwiches made to order. Little did I know how rare it was to find such superiority. Nothing beats a Wawa hoagie, South Jersey slang for sub or sandwich on a long roll. I wouldn’t dare walk into a 7Eleven and order food from over the counter. Once you go Wawa there is no going back.

Wawa Hoagie

Wawa Hoagie

And if I could choose to be a kid again I would go to a Wawa and pick up candy that I can only find readily in the US, like Hot Tamales, Red Vines, Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish. I’m lucky that family and friends usually remember this bit and I’m welcomed with at least one of the above.

Swedish Fish

Swedish Fish

I usually split my time between Philly/South Jersey and NYC. The city that never sleeps doesn’t fail to offer a variety of cuisines but when all is said and done, nothing beats a New York pizza slice. Think every topping you can imagine in every combination. Imagine one slice is larger than your face, and all for the price of a few dollars. Even better, you can find a slice on nearly every block at all hours of the day or night.

New York Slice

New York Slice

And while in New York a few weeks back I walked out of the cold and into a deli and just stood there in shock for a moment. I then said out loud, “Wow, look at all of this!” My friend responded, “Are you serious? What? You don’t have deli’s like this in Australia?” How could I have forgotten about the excellence of a NYC deli Panini or bagel smeared with an inch thick splattering of cream cheese. There’s nothing like it anywhere in the world.

New York Deli Panini's

New York Deli Panini’s

On the flipside, Australia has recently put their footprint on Manhattan. It started with one simple store and now it’s grown to many – Pie Face has invaded. The classic Aussie late night snack, the iconic meat pie, is now all over Manhattan. To my pleasant surprise the NYC stores carry classics such as beef and cheese, Thai chicken curry (favorite), and spinach rolls but also add an American twist by offering barbecued pulled pork and Philly cheesesteak pies. My worlds have collided.

Japan 5,4,3,2,1


After spending two weeks traveling throughout Japan, from Tokyo to Kamakura to Takayama to Kyoto to Nara to Hiroshima to Miyajima and back to Tokyo, it seems nearly impossible to narrow my entire trip into just a few items. I fell in love and this trip reinvigorated how satisfying it can be to travel in a first world foreign country.

I saw my first diabatsu (The Great Buddha Kamakura), summited Mount Misen, and paid my respects at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. There is just too much to tell. A few little words got me so far, but I’ll tell you my favorite – sumimasen (excuse me), here are my top five highlights:

5. The people – Ask a simple question to a shopkeeper, a roadside worker, or your server and in response you’ll receive the shuffle of little feet to immediately help however they can. I’ve never before witnessed a culture react with such immediacy to want to help; and when they couldn’t, because they merely didn’t speak my language or couldn’t understand, they would shuffle along further until they found someone who could. Every day I was mesmerized.

Not only that, but also many locals we met were genuinely interested in learning about us – where we were from, why we were there – and then when we responded that their country was very beautiful and we were having an amazing time, a smile would light up their face and they would bow in gratitude.

Holly would ask me daily, isn’t this the most perfect society? I don’t know that for sure, but I do know the best word to describe the people is simply, humble.

Coming back to Tokyo from Hiroshima it was about a 5 hour journey. We got off the train in Shinagawa, one stop from Tokyo Station. Nearly about to exit the station I all the sudden got a rush of shock, “guys, I left my backpack on the train. It has my passport in it, and I fly out tomorrow!” After a quick panic, I approached the train kiosk expecting the worse. In true Japanese fashion, the attendant told me to get on the next train to Tokyo Station, go to platform 17 and hand over the note I was given. Within 3o minutes, hassle-free I had my backpack and passport back safely in my hands, and I swear it wouldn’t have been this simple anywhere else.

Another example is while visiting busy Ginkakuji Temple (World Cultural Heritage Site), the line of tourists was very backed up. As it turned out, a Japanese woman was bent over a beetle on the sidewalk saying to it, “ hurry up little beetle, they’ll step on you. Shoo, before you get squashed.” I almost drowned a moth in my shower the other day but then thought of that woman and the beetle and decided to let the moth live.

4. The relatives – Holly, my former college roommate’s grandmother was Japanese and she had always vowed to one day see the country her grandmother told her so many stories about. Although her gram passed a few years ago, Holly got in touch with her grandmother’s sister, her only living relative in Japan and someone she had never met or spoken to before.

As one would imagine, leading up to the big meet and greet was very emotional and nerve racking, specifically for Holly. Neither of us knew what to expect. While we waited, we practiced our bows for the introduction, remembering the lower the bow the more respect it shows.

Holly’s great aunt and her husband, both in their late sixties picked us up from Tokyo Plaza Hotel in Shinjuku. Although Holly cried immediately on introduction, we managed broken English and not much chitchat before being shuffled into an immaculate cab to make our way to lunch.

A beautiful surprise, they had reservations at a lovely, high-end Chinese restaurant on the fifty-second floor that overlooked the entire city. More then we ever could have asked for, we dined through a multi-course lunch, using an electronic translator (later in which they wouldn’t let us leave without) to communicate the stories of our lives. Even more, their hospitality was overly generous. Having received our itinerary via email in advance they had provided books and maps on the places we were visiting throughout our travels and even gave a small gift to me too.

Holly and her great aunt showed each other pictures of their families and animals while her uncle and I did our best to make small talk. As the food was served, Holly and I both teased each other in rapid English to just eat and keep smiling, even eat the weird bits, no matter how full we became. We moved on from lunch and it was enjoyable to just be led about the city by locals on our first official day in Tokyo, unaware of the plan ahead.

We stopped off at the Tokyo Metro Government Building Observatory, which provided a breathtaking view of the city.  In the tourist center on the ground floor we were given replica samurai swords to pose with. Then, we walked through one of the huge department stores in Shinjuku, impressed as the escalator wound up and up until we found ourselves on one of the infamous  ‘restaurant floors’. Finally, after enjoying a cup of tea we sadly said goodbye. After such a wonderful and pleasantly unpredictable day I don’t think I could have bowed any lower.

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3. Arashiyama – Cute shops, food variety and World Heritage Tenryuji Temple, what’s not to love? For one thing, it was so darn busy! Then again, how often do you get to experience a forest made solely of bamboo and pet monkey’s while you’re the one encaged?

With the foliage in full effect, Arashiyama in Kyoto’s western region is a major tourist destination. In fact, we didn’t even realize we were holidaying in the busiest time of year. The entire country flocks to places such as this strictly for the pure natural beauty of witnessing the changing of the leaves.

The bamboo forest was an absolute must on my top things to see and wow, was it impressive. The bamboo was so tall, and so many shades of green. Although it was crowded with tourists, and the path more of a road then actually being in the center of a forest, it was still very, very cool. In fact, we were approached by Katsura Sunshine, a Canadian TV host to answer some questions for his show.

After leaving the forest we simply wandered about the grounds of the area, embracing the foliage while taking silly snaps of each other against the colorful backdrop and just enjoyed the outdoors. We figured since we still had some daylight left, which was rare this time of year considering it got dark around 3 pm, we took the opportunity to explore Iwatayama Monkey Park further along in the village.

The information provided to us about visiting the monkeys was that it was a steep hike and not recommended in the summer months. Summer aside, wow that was a steep hike and I’m so thankful I had my hiking boots on. Before even reaching the top we discovered wild monkeys in the forest. At the summit, the lookout over Kyoto was stunning. The most interesting part, if you wanted to feed the monkeys you had to enter a cage. Because they were wild and territorial to the area being their natural habitat, the tables turned and we became the subject in the cage. The advantage was there was plenty of staff about, so even when outside admiring the view there were workers to ensure both the monkeys’ and us were safe. They do however have them trained to sit for a photo (whether that’s a good thing I’m still unsure).

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2. Visiting an onsen – I knew traveling by shinkhansen (bullet train) up to the Japanese Alps would be breathtaking as the leaves were changing to vibrant oranges, reds and greens. But on our way out of Tokyo when we passed Mt. Fuji in the distance it topped it all.

mt. fuji

Nestled just a few hours outside of Takayama, a small town outside the Japanese Alps, are a few natural onsens within the mountains themselves. Although this was our sole agenda item for visiting this region, unfortunately with lack of time we had to settle for plan b. We found ourselves bearing all, sitting in an infinity onsen overlooking the snowcapped Alps at Hotel Associa, a five star hotel just on the outskirts of town. Weird circumstances to be in the nude with your friends, yes, but the experience and the view of the snowcapped Alps didn’t even make us look twice.

Of course there is the whole onsen ritual that was an experience in itself before we got to that point. Public bathing is a huge part of the Japanese culture and is a regular ritual for people of all ages. While the baths are split by gender, it’s a fair mix of the young to very old.

There are rules and as a foreigner it’s important out of respect to follow them. Firstly, visible tattoos are a major no no. In fact, you can be evicted from an onsen if one is seen, as it’s very offensive considering they are associated with gangs and the Japanese mafia. We simply covered ours with Band-Aids.

But the first thing we were ‘warned’, or gently reminded of when entering the spa is that to bath in an onsen you’re completely in the nude amongst other guests.  While you are provided a towel, a very small one mind you, I took a deep breath and as they say, when in Rome.  Before entering the actual hot pools, you’re first expected to bath in one of the little stalls lined up outside of the hot springs, small wooden stools are provided and the expectation is you sit and scrub. Once clean, then you soak. This place had about 7 different hot baths to choose from, the water supplied from the local mountains and the natural minerals combined with the hot water made it impossible to not relax. Once done soaking, it’s back to the showers to rinse off before utilizing the hotels amenities such as hairdryers, combs and such.

1. Robot Restaurant & karaoke – From dinosaurs to robots in 30 seconds, described by my travel crew as a trip through fantasyland with lights.

Recently featured on Anthony Bourdain Parts Unknown Tokyo days before we landed, Holly had her heart dead set on going to the Robot Restaurant. All we knew in advance was there were robots, flashing lights, go go dancers and some sort of average meal involved.

Earlier that day, Holly, Jaime, Sarah, Amit and I roamed around the crazy, cartooned and decorative neighborhood of Harajuku. This is where the weird and the wild come to shop on Takeshita Street, or what most English speakers refer to as “take a sh#t street.” After devouring crepes it was off to the wacky shops to comb through wigs and playful apparel. At that point it was decided, we would embrace Harajuku culture and go to the Robot Restaurant in character, even Amit. As the only male in a group, we appropriately chose the yellow-hair Kurt Cobain look for him. While the other girls had on bright blue, green and pink wigs, somehow my black and red bobbed wig coupled with my galactic dress and clunky necklace had me labeled Betty Rubble.

While we got some looks while lining up for the show, the evening as a whole is where it really came together. Entering the venue was like walking into a casino times a thousand, millions of neon lights, flashing bulbs and sparkly glowing plastic. The show itself, I can’t even begin to describe – an attack on all your senses in a good way.  Each scene is introduced in Japanese so as an English speaker all you see is chaos, all you hear is music and all you feel is confusion crossed with excitement.

It opens with loud drums. Dancers are on each side of the small room in red or white half-dressed costumes. Before you know it a dinosaur roams to the middle of the floor, then there is a panda riding a cow, more drums, robots, glow sticks, the audience clapping to the beat…you have know idea what’s actually happening but your smiling and laughing…and then its over.

We figured if there was anytime to try the Japanese pastime of karaoke, then after a show such as the Robot Restaurant it’s the next best thing to follow.  The most difficult task at Joysound was negotiating every hour in broken English for an extension on our time in our private room. That’s right, we sang for 3 hours straight, wigs in tact at most times and it was consented as the best night ever. We may have had a few language barriers, be it the alcohol or our lack of Japanese. For example, I said on repeat to the waiter, what felt like every five minutes, our order of 2 wines, 2 beers, 3 shochu then would confirm how much time we had remaining and then in unison we agreed, one more hour! Then again, because we couldn’t master the controls for the machine in Japanese, David Bowie’s Let’s Dance was on repeat nine times in a row.

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In addition to all the above, the food itself is a reason to see Japan and for me my priority on this trip was to consume, and consume I did. If we didn’t’ know what something was on a menu we guessed and crossed our fingers it was tasty. There were some surprises, but due the regularity of pictures accompanying most dishes on the menu it was easy to choose. See my post here for full details!

And finally none of the above would have been as enjoyable with the laughs and smiles of good friends to share it with. 

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Jaime and I have traveled Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa together and vow to visit a new country each year. We’re the ultimate team of planner and navigator and she is my most trusted travel partner.

roeAside for my gratefulness of Jaime’s excellent group steering on this trip, a few highlights have to be when she championed and ate the fresh, salty roe at Tsujiki Fish Market, the not-to-be-eaten but one assumes you are meant to consume everything on the plate dandelion at Kappa Sushi and her ability to sing to Katy Perry in a bright blue wig, followed by an all nighter dancing at Jumanji and eating ramen at 7 am. Then again, there’s nothing like feeling 16 again singing to the Spice Girls while sipping on Zima.

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The most amount of time Holly and I have spent together since we departed as college roommates in 2005 was the two weeks we spent backpacking in Belgium, Holland, Poland and Prague in 2007. I knew that visiting Japan was her top bucket list item and I couldn’t imagine having experienced this amazing trip without her. I cannot fail to mention however her amazing ability to be completely unaware of our surroundings, like when we got off the train in Takayama and she said, “so we’re in Kyoto, right?” Or the time she left for a bottle of wine around the block in her pajamas and an hour and half later pulled up in a cab.deer

She’s also an avid deer lover and I’ve never met anyone so fearless to approach and attempt to hug wild deer as if they were dogs. And lastly, her ability to sleep on trains, in bars, and everywhere else.

sleepin on trains

Thanks girls for an unforgettable adventure!

Kamakura diabatsu

My Japanese Culinary Adventure


Diafuku

Diafuku

When asked the purpose of my recent trip to Japan my reply was simple, “I’m going there to eat.” And it was true. But never would I have anticipated not only the variety, but also the regularity of how often I would consume local foods. From tiny baitfish over rice for lunch to curry katsu for breakfast and never enough diafuku in between, here is a brief, or actually a quite long-winded journey through my Japanese culinary adventure.

After an exhausting journey Holly and I were finally in Tokyo. Forget showers and freshening up, we wanted to hit the town immediately but first we needed to satisfy the grumble in our stomachs. This would be our first attempt at socializing in a new culture so identifying the right place for our first meal was a bit intimidating. We ended up at a small ramen shop in Shinjuku. The options were simple, ramen or ramen and you paid first by vending machine, but of course we didn’t realize that until we asked for the bill.

Shinjuku Ramen

Shinjuku Ramen

There are vending machines on nearly every street corner serving all purposes. We moved hotels the next morning and Holly tried her hand at some vending machine Boss Coffee, sponsored by Tommy Lee Jones of course and it even came out hot. Further along on our trip we even stumbled across a beer vending machine. So cool. After a while we began to spot the machines that were only 100 yen, the cheapest it comes.

Later that evening while waiting for Jaime to arrive, we found a small bar and nibbled on cold, salted edamame and tried our hand at some local Asahi beer and wine.

Edamame

Edamame

Once Jaime arrived we ducked into the first yakitori shop we could find. We ordered the assortment and some sake. The ‘assortment’ didn’t go down so well however, there were some dubious meats and textures on the skewers and we were questioning the plausibility that we were actually eating heart.

Sake

Sake

One of Tokyo’s must do’s is to visit the Tsukiji Fish Market. If you’re not brave enough to attempt being one of the 120 they allow in at 5 am to witness the live tuna auction, you can wander the outside market before tasting sushi caught fresh that very day. We made it to the market a bit late, but that didn’t stop us from trying a range of the days finest in one of the small ten seat sushi bars adjacent. It was a bit of gamble on how we split the serves however. After Holly and I popped a small orange fish roe ball into our mouths as a test and both declared it awful, we dared Jaime and she took one for the team and ate the whopping whole thing. Yuck! Holly also had bad luck with a rubbery white fish that took about 5 minutes to chew and swallow, followed by onion sushi that left her breath less than desirable. Somehow I lucked out with fresh salmon, unagi and other varieties.

We then spent the afternoon walking around Hama Rikyu Gardens and had our first traditional tea ceremony experience in Matsu-no-ochaya teahouse. After taking our shoes off before entering the wooden building, we read the directions provided carefully, remembering to bow after being served. Cross-legged on the tatami mats, we overlooked the beautiful lake, a bit hung over yet the whole experience including drinking the green tea in three big gulps made me feel very zen.

Following on we visited Senso-ji Shrine, one of my favorite spots of the trip and fumbled in the dark in Asakusa to find a highly recommended tempura restaurant, as this area of Tokyo is known for its tempura. Lightly fried, not overly greasy prawns accompanied by rice, cabbage and of course some wine, we had our first meal on traditional tatami mats while studying our Lonely Planet books on how to spend the evening.

We ended up at Popeye’s, a craft beer lover’s haven, which houses over 120 beers on tap. Yes, all on tap! It was quite impressive, as the craft beer scene in Japan is growing and I tried everything from Japanese stouts, porters, IBAs and winter ale to my first pumpkin beer of the year, albeit it was Rogues.

Popeyes' craft beer bar

Popeye’s

The next day while on a day trip to Kamakura, a small town an hour outside of Tokyo, we lunched at recommended Bowls Café. Cheap and clean with affordably priced donburi lunch specials, I started with octopus and miso soup before divulging into my rice bowl topped with fresh raw tuna. But boy did Holly get a surprise. What looked like little bean sprouts on the top of her rice bowl was far from her assumption. At closer look, each individual little white stem actually seemed to have tiny eyes! Yes, she was served a heaping amount of the local delicacy baitfish atop her rice. We all took a few bites but unfortunately no one could get the whole dish down.

On my personal list of dining adventures was to visit one of the izakaya’s housed under the Yamanote Station tracks. We met up with Crystal, former Mountbatten alumni and colleague of Jaime who is currently living in Tokyo. She took us to Andy’s Izakaya, a traditional Japanese pub full of salary men, cigarette smoke and a surplus of food. We ordered enough to share and it seemed as if it wouldn’t stop coming; tempura, scallops, mushrooms, udon and it went on. Crystal also introduced us to shochu; similar to vodka, it’s a clear distilled liquor fermented from potatoes typically mixed with cold green tea.

We were off to colorful Harjuku by mid-day the next afternoon and hadn’t even had a snack. Luckily busy Takeshita Street is lined with crepe shops from sweet to savory and it was the perfect treat to hold us over until dinner.

Angel Hearts crepes, Harajuku

Angel Hearts crepes, Harajuku

Nestled in the basement of Tokyo Station is Ramen Street, with shop after shop of ramen establishments. Although I was a bit unimpressed, we stopped for lunch the next morning for some traditional ramen.

Ramen Street, ramen

Ramen Street, ramen

Later on that day after exploring the grounds of the Imperial Palace we stopped at Jonathan’s, a small diner to regroup for the evening. Jaime had some Fanta, and it was green!

Green Fanta

Green Fanta

That evening was a highlight. We met up with Crystal again in the Ebisu neighborhood. Slowly walking down the street she had us quickly duck into what just looked like a simple storefront. Once inside the food hall it was a bazaar of little stalls, one after the other with a maximum of 6 seats at each, specializing in a different dish. It was called Ebisu Yokocho. We found a small little place where we could cook  meat over the grill in the center of the table. On the menu was everything from pig tongue to heart to loin and neck however we kept it simple with some chorizo, skirt, pork and salads. It was delicious and somewhere we never would have stumbled across without the help of our expat friend.

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The next morning we made the five hour journey to Takayama, a small town in the Japanese Alps who specialize in two amazing things to consume: hida beef and sake. Hida is one of the best grades of beef from the Hida District and can be served as steak, yakiniku, sukiyaki, or shabu shabu. It’s absolutely delicious. Takayama’s old town is lined with sake breweries and you can actually taste the difference of the quality, as the regions cool climate makes it ideal. We stopped in Niki Shuzo Sake Brewery and tried everything from the local favorite to a seasonal specialty.

Soba is another Takayama specialty, specifically when hida beef is added to it. Kyoyo is a lovely, dark restaurant with friendly staff from a local family. I ordered the hida soba of course while Jaime tried the cold soba (buckwheat noodles dipped in broth). To start I ordered houba miso, a local delicacy of miso with shitake and leek grilled on a magnolia leaf. We followed it with some tofu topped with miso and finally crab legs grilled by the owner’s mother right in front of us.

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During the day we couldn’t stop snacking. Every roadside stand we passed one of us would rush for fried hida beef dough balls, pork buns or croquettes. Our final meal in Takayama was at Tengu, a small ten seat curry restaurant and that’s is all they serve. The hida beef curry melted in my mouth like butter. There was no fat and just the right amount of spice. I’m still thinking about it.

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Slurp, slurp, snot, snot, slurp. The louder you slurp or burb, the more appreciative of how good the meal is. This is what I listened to while sat in a small udon shop in Kyoto’s Higashiyama neighborhood sampling prawn tempura udon. As we continued to walk throughout the day we were constantly surrounded by food. Jaime snatched up takoyaki, or  fried octopus balls while Holly grabbed some candied fruit.

That evening at Finlandia Bar the girls tried some local cocktails while I learned to appreciate different Japanese beers. They didn’t serve Red Bull, but they did Red Bear, vodka flavored to taste just like Red Bull. Jaime had the waiter serve up his favorite concoction which consisted of a wasabi liquor yet was quite refreshing with ginger ale.  The dimly lit bar was a great place to stop off in Gion, Kyoto’s geisha district and the bartender was very friendly and spoke excellent English, recommending to Jaime which Japanese whisky to try next and offered us some dinner suggestions.

Red Bear Vodka

Red Bear Vodka

After meeting the brew master of Pabst Blue Ribbon China at an Irish pub, he recommended the best sushi restaurant in Kyoto, Kappa Sushi by Mayuzumi Group. Located in our favorite Kyoto neighborhood of Pontocho, it had been days since we’ve actually had sushi. How was that possible? We ordered from an extensive menu of fresh fish, each to our own taste. The fatty tuna was praised and I have to agree it was by far the best I’ve ever had. Yet, when Holly and I ordered the mozuku seaweed with vinegar it was far from what we expected. Slimy, snot like texture of green ooze we both slurped it up, laughing as it dribbled from our mouths. I must admit it did taste good though.

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At this point we felt oddly healthy, yet bloated. We blamed it on all the salt we consumed daily.

On a day trip to Nara we feared the end of our trip was approaching and still had some food items on our agenda we’ve yet to try.  I finally got myself the green tea ice cream all the kids were eating. After a day of petting wild deer and visiting temples we desperately scouted for a place to eat gyoza, or Japanese dumplings. Finally we found a small diner-like eatery where we each got our own personal large serve of gyoza, kimchi, spring rolls and noodles.

Curry katsu for breakfast wasn’t initially what I was craving the next morning but boy oh boy was it tasty. Fried pork cutlets in a brown gravy sauce over rice, it was awesome. Holly had croquettes for the 5th day in a row.

We moved on to Hiroshima and as part of our daily tradition stocked up on diafuku for the journey, a Japanese sweet of red bean in a doughy round rice cake. After arriving we scouted out an okonomiyaki eatery – a savory egg and noodle pancake. We stumbled upon an okonmiyaki food hall, with little stalls next to stalls all grilling the dish either with Chinese or udon noodles fresh in front of you while you waited. The serves were enormous but somehow we ended up eating it all.

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That night we took the ferry over to the quiet, serene island of Miyajima. We stayed at a lovely guesthouse that served us an amazing 8-course meal, while tranquil music played in the background. This was our Thanksgiving feast. Fresh oysters, sashimi, fried fish, soup, and green tea ice cream for dessert…it went on.

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Before leaving we stopped off for more oysters, a delicacy in Hiroshima where we ate them fried in curry after they were cooked fresh on the street corner. Accompanied by a local Miyajima beer it was the perfect way to end our last stop on our culinary journey.

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One thing we never go to try though was blowfish. Interestingly we learned that the majority of people who die of its poison aren’t at restaurants but from inexperienced cooks at home.

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Blowfish

It’s been less then fours days since I’ve returned from Japan and nearly dinnertime. Luckily for me a new Japanese restaurant recently opened up down the street and I just ordered some curry katsu to satisfy my cravings.

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All for gold


It happened to me. I had heard horror stories from time and time again but somehow in my arrogant travel-god mindset I thought I could escape it.

It’s 6.55 am. I’m rinsing my morning breath out with tap water from an airport hotel sink. My underwear have been put back on inside out and I just sniffed the armpits of the shirt I wore yesterday and then slept in, to see how bad the damage really is before putting it back on.

On my way to Melbourne Airport I was tense, fearing that I would miss the first leg of my long haul flight. So tense in fact, I was gripping my knee with one hand while the other was balled in a fist; giving my cab driving glaring glances anytime he slowed down or didn’t take the plunge and make a life-threatening pass by another car.  But I made it.

Even worse, I was the second to the last person to board the plane on my second leg outbound to Tokyo. I didn’t even get a chance to make it through to duty free. It was exhausting. Little did I know I’d be sitting on the runway for 2.5 hours while a horrific lightening storm engulfed Sydney. Now I feared being struck by lightening. The plane never took off that evening.

I spent the next hour or so going through immigration in reverse, then wondering why my luggage never appeared on the carrousel. There were 6 of us from Melbourne, none of our luggage made the transfer. It was the lightening’s fault.

We bound together in line to request our airport hotel voucher, along with the passengers of the other 6 flights cancelled that evening. Luckily a lovely Japanese lady bit the bullet and requested we get ours immediately, we didn’t have any luggage after all. Relieved to get a room, we then stood in line for another hour waiting for a taxi. At least I made some new friends out of it.

So here’s the funny thing. I didn’t follow the rules. You know, the standard international traveler rules. I had no clean clothes, no toothbrush or deodorant and by luck managed to sneak my phone charger in last minute otherwise would have been worse off. How could I ignore my own rules?

Flying is such an important part of my life. I have packing down to a science. I own different suitcases and travel bags for every different purpose: overnight duffle, weekend duffle, weekend wheely, work wheely, summer trip wheely backpack, long trip wheely backpack, long trip wheely duffle…I can go on. Ensuring I only pack what I can physically carry, at the same time guaranteeing I have enough outfits to not have to duplicate when possible.

When going through security my eyes scan the lines like a hawk seeing prey. I squirm at children, dodge baby strollers and avoid the elderly at all costs. I can predict the Qantas Lounge’s meals by time of day and day of the week. I know when to eat, sleep, drink, watch, and read to maximize my sleep time.

I have memorized two different frequent flyer numbers by heart. My phone apps are synced to weather in multiple cities, airline check in, currency converters, and offline maps.  My favorite day to fly is the first of the month; it’s when a new inflight magazine becomes available. I want to chat with pilots as often as I’m given the chance.

But at the end of the day I will pay for loyalty. I must admit one of my biggest bucket list items is to become Gold on Qantas. I’m envious of those who board the plane first and those that get to use the special line when going through security.

Despite my pride as the almighty entitled traveler, the tables had turned that day boarding my flight to Japan a few weeks ago. I was lucky that in the end it worked out and I arrived at a similar time to my old college roommate Holly. It made the 1.5-hour journey on the Narita Express to Tokyo, then navigating from Shinjuku Station, the busiest train station in the world, to our hotel a few blocks away a major relief.

As I logged into my Qantas Frequent Flyer account today I was overjoyed at what I saw. As of my hassle-free flight back to Australia on November 30, 2013 I am now officially Gold status!

More on Japan coming soon!

Caulfield Cup 2013

Off to the races: A day of firsts



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My last memory of horse racing is May 2005 the day before I graduated from Towson University. Attending Preakness in Baltimore wasn’t too dissimilar to my recent racing experience but yet was on a totally different level. Imagine thousands of university students in the center of the racetrack, coolers of beer, portable radios, heat and lots of mud. Think pure debauchery and that was how I spent my last night before becoming a college graduate.

October is Spring Racing Carnival season, with a different horserace event on every Saturday in Melbourne throughout the month. The races are all about high fashion, betting and sipping champagne in the sunshine. When friends invited me to attend the Caulfield Cup, I was overjoyed to attend a big horse race from the other side of the fence. But, finding the perfect outfit was going to be tough. All the different Spring Carnival races attract a different look, and for the Caulfield Cup I was told bright colors are in. And oh, I must wear a fascinator. Yup, one of those crazy hat things just like Kate Middleton!

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On the morning of I was quite self-conscious walking down the main street by myself in my fuchsia wedges and matching fascinator to meet my friends at the event. Luckily, the racetrack is only 10 minutes by train from my house and once on the platform many others in similar frock surrounded me. While waiting for my friends Susan and Henry outside the track I took a rest on the side of a wall to kill time. Luck would it have it, as I stood up to meet them I found myself stuck to the wall by bright blue gum! You’ve got to be kidding me. Dead sober, on the grounds for less then two minutes and my chic racing day outfit was fouled. A passerby suggested I just stick another piece of the dress to the gum to cover it up, and so I did and just carried on – now Googling remedies on how to remove it.

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Once inside the gates it was overwhelming to observe all the crazy outfits, hats and men in suits. We found an open spot on the grass just in front of the track, took our shoes off and lazed about in the sun while sipping on bubbly and making sporadic bets on horses that unfortunately didn’t win. I still have the sunburn to prove it. At least I learnt something new, like how to bet “both ways” and once the booze got flowing amongst the crowd it brought back memories of Preakness; women falling over, young people getting arrested, good old fashion shamelessness.

Wee Kids Ten Year Anniversary GalaWe kept it tame and left before the last race, the official   Caulfield Cup, as we were given complimentary tickets to a charity event that evening. Another first, I was eager at the opportunity to take part in both the silent and live auction. I was outbid on a 2005 bottle of Yerring Station Chardonnay that was starting at only $30 in the silent auction but happily walked away. With charity events comes flowing wine so by the time I learnt all about Wee Kids celebrating their ten-year anniversary, I was inspired to contribute.

Wee Gala Silent Auction

When an 8-bedroom house on Efate in Vanuatu for a week stay was only going for about $1000 I was convinced if we got a big group together it would be an amazing deal. As the cost exceeded $2000 and the auctioneer looked at me and said, “going once, going twice,” I really started to freak. All the sudden my friends weren’t so sure if they were still interested, likely assuming it wouldn’t have gone this far. I breathed a huge sigh of relief once I was outbid and bowed my head slowly to avoid giving any other buying signals. That was close!

We still had one last chance of winning the treasure chest of $1000 with the key that came with our raffle tickets but disappointedly didn’t win. On a high note, the live band was excellent and I was very animated when they begun strumming the first notes to Neil Diamond’s ‘Sweet Caroline’. Then there was the awkward moment in between the chorus when I was the only person queued in to the Jersey Shore tradition of belting out “so good, so good, so good!”

It was an amazing day of firsts: Melbourne racing, fascinator wearing, auction bidding and I’m so grateful to Susan and Henry for inviting me to share the day with them to celebrate Henry’s birthday!

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Happy Birthday Henry

Shedfest 2013: SGS


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My notes scribbled into my little green notebook look like chicken scratch. This is the result of another hard day of of wine tasting attending Shedfest, an annual wine festival held along the southern side of the Yarra Valley. You’ll need to keep reading if you want to understand the “SGS” reference to this blog title however the premise of Shedfest is you buy a glass for $10 and visit less then a dozen (eight to be exact) small wine makers for tastings in their shed, perhaps nibble on some local cuisine and listen to live music.

Saturday was the type of day where you just could pull a blanket onto the grass, listen to music and sip wine in the sunshine. A perfect day for Shedfest. Sunday was the type of day to sit by the fire, escape from the rain, and eat hearty food and taste delicious wine. The other principle of Shedfest. We attended on Sunday.

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There were some notable highlights to the day however. We began the day at breakfast in Richmond to fill our stomachs before the hour or so journey east. As usual, I had the avocado smash. I was thankful to Brent for driving and we passed the time on our way into the country chatting about obscenities and saying mini prayers the rain would pass (or at least I secretly was).

#1: Whispering Hills

For the first stop of the day we were eager to get our tasting on. This stop coincided with the booze bus for those that didn’t have a chauffer such as we did so there was a bit of a backlog to get to the tasting. In the end, I favored the white cuvee (chardonnay dominant) over the black cuvee (pinot noir dominant) and was engrossed by the 2010 chardonnay, considering 2010 was the best vintage for the variety in the region. Although I learned a great deal from my host, such as the fact that wine labels only need to claim a blend if it contains more than 14% of another variety – which in turn means you can be tricked and aren’t always drinking just one grape when you think you are – he was very, very slow so I snatched up a bottle of the chardonnay and we were out of there.

#2: Seville Estate

Before we go on, Seville is pronounced sev-el, not like the Spanish city.

This estate contained one of the larger sheds and had about ten different wines offered for tasting. This was quite impressive and a treat to taste everything from sauvignon blanc to tempranillo. The set up of live jazz positioned against oak barrels piled high produced a warm aesthetic against the pouring rain outside however I found all of the wines easy drinking but frankly just average. So average in fact that we risked running to the car in the rain instead of sitting it out in order to move on to a vineyard where we’d be more inclined to buy a bottle to relax and share.

#3: Payne’s Rise

The most picturesque property of the day, with cute little farm props positioned over the grounds, cows who posed for us out in the grass, a beautiful lookout over the valley and even a notable dog house for Dash. This was the type of vineyard you could envision a laid-back wedding being held at or just kicking back any day of the week. I’m not a big rose drinker, but I found the rose on tasting inoffensive. In fact, if you closed your eyes you wouldn’t even guess it was a rose on first taste.

At this point we had collected a stamp from each winery for our Shedfest passports and turned them in to win the draw of a case of wine. Cross your fingers!

Shedfest 2013 winners

#4: Brumfield Winery

We sought out this eclectic vineyard specifically for the pies advertised. As one would imagine by winery #4 we were getting fairly hungry. However, before we could divulge in our pies we made our way out to the paddock to greet a big mama cow so large she could have given birth right then, surrounded by a few other calves, either llamas or impalas (no one knew), a crazy sheep/goat thing and one fat chicken (aka chook). Their website claims, “our food shows passion for fresh, seasonal produce, sourced locally where possible.” I guess we know where our pies came from.

Once inside the homely room which contained local artwork collections, a lovely cellist and mandolin duet kept the atmosphere buzzing while we gulped down inside-out meat pies and shared a bottle of the 2012 shiraz – at the time of which I claimed was the best red of the day. The cabernet sauvignon caught my attention as well, in fact my exact notes read, “Cali, what what!”

#5: Five Oaks Vineyard

And lastly we arrived at Five Oaks. I wouldn’t have asked for any better last stop of the day, specifically thanks to Wally.

Wally, a Canadian, shared a story based around what he likes to call a “latency insanity gene” and this is what inspired him to move to Australia and purchase a winery. His criteria included:

  • Good wine
  • Good neighborhood/community
  • Good city for food/wine in close proximity

And so he settled on the Yarra Valley. Now, I would say the wine labels and winery itself could use some more character, but Wally and his good humored nature made up for it. In fact, as we tasted, Wally himself was sipping on what he likes to call “SGS”. Once we finished the tastings and were about to go Wally offered us to try some SGS ourselves. Now, SGS is basically his reserve wine, however in a mock to Jacobs Creek who put ‘reserve’ on just about anything these days, Wally labeled all of his premium wines “SGS” otherwise known as ‘seriously good sh*t’.

How could we all not buy a bottle after that story!

Shedfest Five Oaks Winery

I’m a pinotphile


PinotphileFor just one day only I officially classified myself as a pinotphile. Don’t worry, it’s even better then it sounds. Whilst attending Pinot Palooza 2013 at St. Kilda Town Hall in Melbourne, my bonafide pinotphile status enabled me to sip and mingle with over 50 wine makers and hundreds of pinot devotees from Australia and New Zealand.

Only the second year running overall, but for my first time in attendance I would call the 2013 event as a success. I must admit, it was a bit overwhelming at first, with the masses lining up at each vendor, and some a bit pushy mind you. Australian wineries marked their territory on one side of the great hall, while New Zealand vendors were positioned on the other.

Pinot Palooza 2013 St. Kilda Town Hall

I’m a huge fan of the Central Otago wine region, specifically because of their pinot variety, so we started our adventure on the New Zealand side. Top winners in my book included Yealands ‘Reserve’ 2011, Nanny Goat Vineyard ‘ Super Nanny’ 2012, Jackson Estate ‘Vintage Window’ 2011 and Maude Pinot Noir 2011.

But before my pallet became tainted by the South Island it was a mad dash across the room to Tasmania, known for their cool climate and earthy tones. On my hit list of Tasmanian wineries was Bay of Fires due to their cute wine rep, um, I mean my favorites of the day Eddystone Pinot 2011 and the almighty Hardy’s Eileen 2012. Runners up included Dalrymple Single Site CV90 2011 and Lethrbridge Estate “Mietta’ 2009 and Menage a Noir, although Lethbridge is situated in Victoria close to home.

Five hours straight of pinot tasting can take its toll, and I would suggest the event organizers take note to place some tables and chairs in abundance for future events. I also recommend they offer spit buckets at each vendor or perhaps their absence was strategic. Luckily, the sun was shining and it was easy to take a quick escape to have a rest and a water break out on the front steps watching the world go by.

I may have had an interior motive to bump elbows with single young bachelors’ who equally share a love for the light and fruity blend, but call me dubious for not anticipating the obvious. The event was filled with girlfriend clics and coupled up gay men. Oh well, we still made some new acquaintances once the pinot got flowing.

Alpha Palooza

One of the biggest takeaways from the event was Riedel’s sponsorship. With our ticket purchase, $60 included unlimited tastings, James Halliday’s Wine Companion and a complimentary Riedel tasting glass valued at $30. Even better, we stuck around until the very end to each collect our own personal Riedel glass set from those left behind. Now, let’s just hope they don’t break in the dishwasher.

With a beautiful location at St. Kilda Town Hall, DJ’s, local catering and engaging wine reps, there wasn’t too much not to love. Vocally observing the men representing the wineries towards the end of the event, all with a beer in hand, I quote Stoney Rise from Tasmania in response. “It takes a lot of beer to make wine.”

The event moved on from Melbourne to Sydney then Brisbane and I was envious of those yet to attend but Pinot Palooza 2014 will definitely be on my agenda. My only last regret is that there were no wine sales on site. Luckily I have my trusty Pinot Palooza app with a full shopping cart ready to order all my favorites.

Pinotphiles

Stencil this, spray paint that


Melbourne is known as the street art capital of the world. Although graffiti is illegal – murals, paintings and stencils (permit provided) perfectly are. This makes exploring Melbourne’s many colorful laneways a great way to spend time when out and about in this vibrant city.

My company decided to offer Recreation Day last Friday; a day dedicated to getting colleagues out of the office to get active while building relationships. The options consisted of activities such as rock climbing, art and chocolate tours, badminton, a day at the movies, and a stencil class.

At first glance, I thought nothing much of the stencil class, especially when considering my lack of artistic talent. However, after a closer evaluation I discovered that the class offered was actually quite unique so decided to give it a try.

Blender Studios in North Melbourne is held within the dark exterior of Dark Horse Experiment art gallery and Blender Lane – which is covered with over 12 years of street art. Blender Studios also hosts Melbourne Street Art Tours where well-known street artists take guests on a tour of the city’s famous street-art covered laneways.

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Upon arrival amongst 19 other colleagues, Michael and Jenny who would spend the next two hours with us shaping our very own artwork greeted us. We were encouraged by Michael to begin sketching designs on a blank sheet of paper to get our creative juices flowing. I stared aimlessly at mine for a while before drawing a very disagreeable version of my turtle tattoo.  Glaring at my sketch I reconfirmed what I already knew, drawing is not my forte.

Michael then gathered us around to demonstrate how to take a drawing and trace over it on transparent plastic. Next, placing the plastic on the cutting matt, you carefully had to use a small knife, slightly on an angle, to cut out your design. He made it look so simple too, but oh was it more difficult then you would expect to cut a straight a line!

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Luckily I came prepared. After conversing with some friends for an idea in advance, I was inspired to create an iconic Melbourne scene; something I could take home and remember the experience by. After a quick Google search a few hours before heading out to the class, I decided on a symbolic tram.

Thankfully, Michael was happy to lend a hand and did the tracing of the image onto the plastic for me, making suggestions on what outlines to cut out and which ones to keep in the image for the best stencil affect. I can’t say my cutting skills were that great though, and there were quite a few extra cut outs included unintentionally.

The fun really began once my stencil cut out was finished and I made my way out to Blender Lane. Canvas in hand, I evaluated all the color options in aerosol cans to decide what to put as my backdrop. I decided for a camo green and then sought out a few opinions on how to best position my trams. Luckily for me, the talented bunch I was surrounded by offered some perks, and one of my colleagues had a stencil of the Melbourne skyline. While making new friends, I swapped my tram for his skyline and from there a concept was born.

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After looking around it was awesome to see what creative ideas everyone had. From a Banksy rat on the skyline to rolling waves and a silhouette of one person’s child, I finished feeling very cultured and shared a special Melbourne-only experience. My fingers were spray-painted pink and nostrils filled with paint smell. Although it felt like some of my colleagues were hanging in just another laneway…just doing some casual street art, I truly felt accomplished.

Anne Marie and I were invited back by Jenny to attend the exhibit at the art gallery, which was opening in just a few hours. We killed time by hitting up Workshop Bar, a really cool boutique beer bar, coffee shop and outdoor garden, with funky beats playing in the background and an after work crowd filling the space.

Dark Horse Experiment

We returned to the exhibit shortly later, free wine in hand pretending to understand the art world and mingle with the fashionable before hitting up Chinatown to indulge in greasy chili chicken and dumplings.

It was a true Melbournian adventure!

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