Shedfest 2013: SGS


Shedfest 2013 Payne's Rise

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.

Shedfest Seville Estate

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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Mornington Peninsula


The Mornington Peninsula is a region southeast of Melbourne known for producing fabulous pinot noirs and chardonnays  – two of my favorite varieties. Although small, the fifty or so wineries scattered about it, in addition to cheese farms, strawberry fields, weekend markets and cute B&Bs make for the perfect weekend getaway.

After about an hour’s drive Wes, Gemma, Anne Marie and I found ourselves winding around the steep incline up to the top of Arthur’s Seat, a major tourist attraction overlooking the peninsula, the city of Melbourne in the far distance, and a beautiful view of the ocean 305 meters above sea level.  On a cloudy day like yesterday our view of the city was limited unfortunately however the overall lookout was breathtaking. After a quick jaunt around the national park and a photo snap on Arthur’s infamous seat it was time to move on.

Arthur's Seat

T’Gallant winery was our first stop. With picnic tables hugging the vines it was the perfect place for a cheese plate and gourmet pizza, accompanied by a not too oversweet moscato and a bottle of their sparkling. Bringing along Wes’ dachshund Frieda meant we were the posse accompanying his celebrity, as guests couldn’t resists a pat despite his sandy paws leaving dirt prints on their pants. Overdivulging, we didn’t leave before trying their ice cream with honeycomb dessert and at that point the rain had settled and we were eager to move on.

Next door, I thought it was a joke that we arrived at Ten Minutes by Tractor, another fabulous, two-chef winery in the region. This small cozy winery consists of three local farms only ten minutes by tractor from one to another, which inspired the name once they decided to partner up. Already high profile due to their celebratory chef status, they’ve been featured in many magazines, including a favorite of mine Qantas’ The Australian Way. I couldn’t leave without their 10X pinot noir in my hand.

Ten minutes by tractor

Opting for a something different, we headed another few minutes down the road to Mock Red Hill orchard. A bit desolate we weren’t even sure if they were open, but upon walking into the original cool room built in 1945 we were greeted with friendly smiles by two of the siblings of the family owned business. We learnt quite a bit about the fine details of cider making, and the Mock family pride themselves on their biodynamic, no sugar added ciders. Clearly, how could I resist not walking out with a 6-pack of their fine classic cider.

Not sure what our next stop would be, we took an impromptu left turn as Gemma shouted, “that one,” and found ourselves at the cellar door of Lindeberry at Red Hill. Not realizing at first, this hoity toity wedding reception hall, spa and cellar door has recently won a five star for their pinot noir in the James Halliday 2014 wine competition. The priciest yet of all of our visits, yet well worth the cost of the pinot.

Lindenberry cellars Lindenberry cellars

As the day was winding down we traveled another 30 minutes south to the sea to stop in the small village of Portsea. Animals were forbidden in the national park and we didn’t want to discriminate against Frieda so bundled up in Portsea Hotel’s back garden. Relaxing on wooden picnic benches, the view overlooked the ocean and we nibbled on potatoes wedges with sour cream and sweet chili as our last stop of the day before making the sleepy journey back up to Melbourne.

Portsea

What a beautiful day, and I feel so grateful to Wes for taking me to yet again another beautiful wine region. I leave you with a fine quote of his, “he’s a prawn – you take the head off, and the rest is fine.” 

Sneaky Melbourne


Melbourne is a sneaky city. There are a plethora of bars, restaurants, pop up stores and hidden secrets behind unmarked doors, down unsuspecting stairways and concealed within graffiti-clad, ‘street art’ painted laneways.

Last weekend I was on a personal mission to get out and about. After spending more weekends away from this city then in it, the bars of Melbourne were calling.

A Friday night in the city is great for after work drinks while suit-donning professionals let off steam after a long workweek. Making our way across Bourke Street, Wes and I found ourselves staring at an obvious office building. Despite the address saying this is where our sought after destination resided, it was only until I noticed the sign within the stairwell pointing us up three flights of stairs that we arrived at Madame Brussels.

Madame Brussels

Madame Brussels

Self described “a rather fancy terrace and public house,” this cute rooftop bar specializes in cocktails and punches and overlooks the eastern side of the city. The inside parlor resembles your grandmothers back garden, with faux grass carpet and flower patterned seat cushions. Although the menu and branding is over-the-top cheesy pink, and the limited food menu wasn’t too impressive, this is the perfect place for a girl’s soiree to sip cocktails and gossip out on the all white balcony in the summer months.

A colleague recommended our next destination – down a laneway in Chinatown, the door more or less unmarked aside from the small coat of arms of Berlin (bear) sign above the black paint. Up one-flight of steps takes you to a door and a glowing green doorbell. After being greeted by a hostess you will either get seated in posh West Berlin, with leather couches and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling or sinister East Berlin, neon lights and all. Being our first visit to Berlin Bar, we opted for the bar stools over the bunk beds in East Berlin and chose our respective beverages from the list of German imports.

Berlin Bar

Berlin Bar

On Saturday afternoon the outdoors were calling so I headed back into the city to meet a friend at the James Squire Brewhouse. I was excited to order a paddle and try five different brews but easily became disappointed as the service was slow and menu options overpriced. After a few pints of their One Fifty Lashes Pale Ale it was time to move on.

As we were craving another pub vibe it was off to the Sherlock Holmes Inn down unsuspecting Collins Street. Dark and rustic with exposed wood beams and Holmes paraphernalia, the atmosphere was a cozy alternative as the sun went down. Best yet, they had on tap all classic British beers that I haven’t tasted in years such as Kilkenny, Hob Goblin and Old Speckled Hen.

Sherlock Holmes Inn

Sherlock Holmes Inn

On with the bar hopping theme it was time to try something different, Robot Sushi. Hidden down a laneway this Japanese bar is a nerd’s paradise. Specializing in Japanese beers and sake, with authentic Japanese bartenders and all, the small bar is decorated with Godzilla posters, fun robot paintings and classic video games. Tuesday nights they even do free anime screenings.

Sticking with my new tradition of brunch and a walk through a new neighborhood on Sundays, I ventured on foot through the shopping haven of Chapel Street in South Yarra, onwards window-shopping through Prahran and Windsor, and finally ended up along the Esplanade of St. Kilda.

St. Kilda Esplanade

St. Kilda Esplanade

Although the beaches of St. Kilda aren’t the best, it’s still reassuring to know that they’re just a tram ride away. Sipping wine over looking the beach and listening to live music at Republica, it really got me pumped for the summer months approaching and all outdoor areas all over this town.

Luna Park, St. Kilda

Luna Park, St. Kilda

Its no wonder that Melbourne was just voted the number one city to live in the world for the third year in a row!

A walk, a bike, a wine


My tram home from Flinders Street to the corner of Swan and Church Street took less then 10 minutes. Bliss. Today I was a local and a tourist at the same time, and it was one of the best days I’ve had in Melbourne yet!

So what if my Saturday night consisted of staying home alone watching an all night marathon of Modern Family? For the first time in a long time, I woke up on a Sunday morning bright and early, ready to take on the world and the only thing on my agenda was a shiny new bike.

Then I thought a crazy thought. What if I walked all the way there? Yup, a whole 5 kilometers! Yes, this is the solution. I won’t feel guilty about not running, nor about the 3,000 wines on Friday night. I’m excited; this will be an adventure.

Walking up from Church Street to Bridge Road my first stop was brunch at Gypsy & Musquito with Anne Marie. Oy what a fancy menu. I ended up with some healthy sounding zucchini and pea fritters, her with avocado smash with delicious mushrooms as we took notice of the grandmother-esque interior. Water served out of an oversized jam jar, mismatched utensils, recycled wooden chairs and is that a backseat of a car converted to a table bench? Mmm smack my lips good, this could become a weekend regular.

We walked on as we digested. North on Church Street then across Victoria Street, passing Little Vietnam. Our voyage took us beyond notorious I Love Pho, then by a large Asian grocer, glazed ducks hanging by their feet in the window and fresh yum cha signs called my name. I made a mental note of where to eat on future visits.

Pushing further on, we strolled along the tram tracks against the exterior of Collingwood, Fitzroy, then Carlton, hugging Carlton Gardens before we were on the edges of the inner city seeking out Elizabeth Street and the Queen Victoria Market. But before we divulged in the shopping mecca, I needed to stake out my potential new bike.

I’ll admit it. I want a hipster bike. I want a vintage looking bike, half beach cruiser, half traditional. I want comfort and color and a basket and bell and to relive my glory days riding my bike to the bar, and work, and everywhere in Hoboken, New Jersey. Lucky for me Reid Cycles was having a sale!

As usual I couldn’t choose. I took the 6-speed for a test drive around the block but still couldn’t make my decision. Dear readers, I need your vote – check out the color options here and vote below:

Queen Victoria Market Elizabeth StreetI still couldn’t call it a day there. Down the block I encountered my first visit to Queen Victoria Market. The locals say that it’s a bit of a tourist haven and market-wise, a bit over-rated. Apparently there are better city markets. But for my first visit I took in all its glory. I thought of potential Christmas presents and food options for future dinner parties. From cheap trinkets and souvenirs to smelly cheese, fresh produce and raw meats I vowed to return on a day where I actually had a shopping agenda. There was nothing but a long line standing between me and the Spanish donuts, aka churros with chocolate dipping sauce. But after zigzagging up and down rows and rows of unneeded goods, there was no other option. Onward to wine.

We walked down Elizabeth Street into the city to little lane ways where we could hide from the rain and warm under outdoor heaters. The little Italian restaurant on vibrant Degraves Street was the answer and after a few, then another few at Hells Kitchen on Centre Place, I let my legs rest from the long walk and finally felt at peace. It was a Sunday after all so we called it a day around 5 pm and caught our respective trams outside Flinders Stations.

Perfect end to the day!

Perfect end to the day!

I didn’t make my bike purchase  today but likely will soon. So I ask again, what color?

Welcome to Richmond


Welcome to Richmond, Victoria.  This inner city suburb, about 3 kilometers from Melbourne’s city center is my new home and by no coincidence.

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Just a swift jaunt off populated Swan Street sits my humble abode – a 3-story townhouse with city views that are hard to beat. No longer is tanning in the park necessary, my rooftop balcony will do the trick in the heated months so far gone. In the meantime, I’m shacked up under electric blankets keeping warm in this frigid winter.

Luckily I have new housemates Adam and Chris to get to know and their love for AFL (football) hasn’t gone unnoticed. I think I can finally say I now understand the major difference between Rugby Union, Rugby League and Aussie rules. I’m sure it’s also no coincidence to them that we live down the street from the MCG (AFL stadium).

While living just off Swan Street I’m discovering boutique eateries like the Swan Street Social and Cheeky Money amongst Greek and Asian takeaway joints, shoe stores, nail salons, pubs and more. Even the Melbourne music institution, Corner Hotel, may be my new live gig haven. A 7-minute walk later and I’m at the doorsteps of my office. I’m still unsure if working and living in the same neighborhood will be a good thing or a mistake I’ll regret at a later date.

Lucky for me 10 minutes further and I have one of the most famous shopping streets in all of Melbourne, Chapel Street, at my disposal. This could potentially be dangerous for my wallet though. And in the other direction I have Bridge Road for excellent brunch spots, more shopping, and closeness to Victoria Street known for great dumpling and Vietnamese spots.

Being just a hop-skip-jump to the city center, I have trains within immediacy and better yet, a few different tramlines to choose from. Apparently, Melbourne is the largest urban tramway in the world! Read about it here.  Old trams, new trams, fast trams, slow trams – they’re everywhere in this city and a fun way to get around. Now, I just need to remember to look the right way before getting off so I don’t accidently get taken out by a car!

Nevertheless it’s early days and there are still friends being missed, new ones to be made, eateries and boutique beers to be discovered (Mountain Goat Brewery is just down the street), and plenty more in store. In the meantime, I’m off for the next 3 weeks to Sydney -> Perth -> Brisbane -> Hilton Head (USA) -> Brisbane and finally back to Melbourne to truly begin it all.

Goodbye Brisbane


Southbank skyline

Australians say Brisbane is a big country town. Despite being the 3rd largest city in the country, its small town feel is what makes it fit perfectly in Queensland culture. It’s the sort of city where your bound to know someone who knows someone – where its easy to get wrapped up in the social scene – be invited to opening launches of new restaurants, follow a local band from their early days to making it national, and enjoy the sunshine and moderate weather year round. It’s as far removed from New York as one could imagine and after I swore up and down I’d never love again – both London and New York are unbeatable to me – I find myself with a tear and sorrow saying goodbye to my home in Brisbane.

I’ve fallen in love with New Farm – a neighborhood of trendy, delicious cafes, a luscious park with river views, and thriving nightlife at my doorstep. It’s the type of neighborhood that I like to say that if I didn’t live in New Farm, I’d desperately be envious of those who live in New Farm.

New Farm

Sure, the CBD (Central Business District) is minimal, and I can walk from one end of the city to the other in an hour – but on these Sunday afternoon ventures I would come across giant lizards called Goannas blocking my path, weekend markets selling trinkets and fresh produce, and healthy people just enjoying the outdoors. So what if I was the only one in the park tanning in my bathing suit – only NYC dwellers know that when there is no beach or pool – a park makes the perfect spot to show some skin.

I’ve left my heart in my local The Scratch – although its not local to my apartment, it is to my work and the boys work hard to make sure that my pallet is tempted by craft beers from all across Australia. I’ve left my head at nearly every bar in the Valley – from the backyard of Rics to the mismatched couches of Kerbside. I’ve left my stomach to the avocado smash and roasted tomatoes of Ponycat – and to the pork belly fries of their sister Kettle & Tin.

The place I called home for the last two years is no longer. My bright blue kitchen, convenient en suite and balcony overflowing with plants now are someone else’s. My Brisbane family, Sam and Jake and Quentin will always be special to me, and although I can no longer call them my flat mates, I know that we will be lifelong friends – along with all the other beautiful people who have entered my life these last two years.

It’s time for me to say goodbye Brisbane, hello Melbourne.

Brisbane

Brisbane

These two eyes are on the move


These two eyes are on the move again.

Flinders station

Flinders Station and passing tram

They’re looking for hidden treasures behind graffiti-clad laneways.

They’re hoping to taste the best of the Yarra Valley on its doorstep.

They’re already freezing as winter approaches, and they’re not happy about it.

On the move to a city that’s bigger – faster. Where live music, cafes, and cigarette smoke fills the air so thick they could be tricked into thinking they’re back in Europe.

But they’re not.

They’re amongst a melting pot again – and they don’t know what to expect – but they’re excited.

These Two Eyes are moving to Melbourne!

The American-Australian Debate


I’m an American expat and have been living in Brisbane, Australia for exactly 1 year and 10 months (in two days). Acquaintances of both nationalities often ask me what the other is really like. Are we really all so different?

What’s interesting is that many Australians, like many other societies, have an idealistic vision of certain aspects of America influenced by pop culture. Going to Disney World, New York City, and Vegas are top priority destinations on a bucket list for many. For some equally naive Americans, Australia is depicted as a laid back, blond-haired surf community who put shrimp on the barbie and have pet kangaroos.

So here are 6 observations – and I must preface “in my opinion” – between Australian and American ways of life.

There will be people, places and ideas that of course don’t apply to everyone, and everything. I’m in no way insinuating that they do. You could argue that I could include facts about dueling healthcare systems, poverty lines and unemployment rates, but I’m not going to go there. There are also many topics like food, drinking cultures, and television. This is just a small aspect of current reflections of my time on both continents.

1. Societal pressure

This is my ultimate number one; a topic I engage in conversations regularly. As an American growing up on the East Coast there is a simple formula to success. You go to school and get good test scores. You choose a university and the more prestigious the name, the better. While enrolled in university you partake in extra curricular activities, clubs and begin undergoing internships as soon as possible. You graduate in 4 years, no more. After graduation due to your collegiate success you have a job lined up and gradually work your way up the corporate ladder. There is no gap year; there is no break to sit back and think about your future. At 18 before you even leave high school you sign up for the rest of your life.

Furthermore, your career becomes your status. Blue collar jobs are frowned upon and success is measured by you and your significant other’s occupation.

I find that the societal pressure I speak of above is drastically less significant here in Australia. A university degree is important, but not essential to obtaining a career. And I use the term career loosely. Less significant is what job you have, but better the fact that you have a job. Blue-collar jobs, mineworkers, plumbers, construction workers, what they term as “tradies” are highly regarded, because they require skill and get paid big bucks. There is no shame in saying your significant other is an admin assistant or carpenter.

With that, keeping a long-standing career in one area isn’t as essential. Most young people go traveling between graduating high school and going to university, if they even do. In fact, its called a “gap year” and encouraged. Many people work for an amount of time to save their money and then go traveling…in their 20s AND 30s. But what about your job when you get back, saving for a house, babies? The priority tends to be more about enjoying your life and spending the time and money you do have on experiencing it.

Of course, there is the current economic state and unemployment rate in the US compared to the high economic success Australia is having at the moment (ahum mining) that one could argue are attributing to both of these factors and cannot be ignored. However if you removed them from the equation I still feel strongly that it’s an underlying mentality of each culture more then anything else.

2. Cost of living

In Australia, it is astronomical. Again, the economy…I get it. Australians get paid more and therefore things cost more. New York is expensive but in comparison to everyday Australia, it’s a bargain.

Here are a few examples of Brisbane and New York price comparisons:

Piece of Pizza: AU $7; US $2.50

Bus Ticket: AU $4.80; US $2.50

6 Pack of Beer: AU$ 16; US $8

Pair of Nike sneakers: AU $240; US $180

Gatorade: AU$4.80; US $2.50

Another example is retirement packages. In the US, your employer may provide you with a 401K package, in which you contribute a certain percent (typically a 3% minimum) of your salary in which your employer contributes another 3%. In Australia, your employer legally has to pay you Superannuation of 12% on top of your salary, and you can contribute to it as you like. Not a bad deal.

3. Airline etiquette

One advantage of being a country that has no majors concerns about national security means that your airport traffic and regulations can be a whole lot more lax. Let’s compare the two experiences.

If I were to have an 8 o’clock domestic flight, I would depart Brisbane Airport at 7:40. I would therefore likely arrive at the airport before my flight at 7:20 or so. Yes, 20 minutes before boarding is plenty of time. Upon entering the destinations lounge I would approach one of the 30 or so Qantas kiosks scattered around the area to check in. To do so I’d simply search by my last name, then first name, and finally select my destination from a list in order for my boarding pass to print. While I’m at it, I would also print my baggage tag and then check my own bag without the assistance of anyone needed, but the friendly service attendants make themselves available just in case.

Once approaching security, at worst will take more then 5 minutes, I put my bags through the scanner. The only thing I need to take out is my laptop or any sort of aerosols. Shoes stay on, sweatshirt stays on, water stays put and get this, and so does my ID the entire time! I’m through, whew, although I will add that I always get picked for that darn bomb detector swifter.

There’s also something strange about the plane etiquette. It’s an unspoken signal. Just as its time to board, without an announcement needed everyone just files into line to board the plane. Sometimes they announce to board by row, buts its unnecessary as everyone takes into an orderly fashion. There are some passengers with carry-on items but not everyone carrying everything they own on earth.

Qantas domestic provides one bag complimentary checked, complimentary meals or snacks on every flight, and free booze during evenings. Sometimes I even get inflight entertainment – like movies on my own personal screen. Just saying. I’ve never seen anyone get bumped for an oversold flight or asked to give-up his or her seat.

The flipside. Where to start. Smelly home-made food, old-school planes, madness, no overhead room for luggage, chaos at security.  My god.

Most US airlines oversell their seats. That means that if you don’t select your seat when your purchase your ticket (usually at a cost if you’re not a member of their loyalty program with a certain status) there is a chance that when you arrive at the airport to check in you may not have a seat on your purchased flight. Notice boards are now customary in many airport lounges with a long stand by list. A plus, if you’re in no rush you can usually give up your seat for a voucher for a free future flight and get on the next plane.

Because luxuries like complimentary meals, even measly food like the classic bag of peanuts, no longer exist, that means that people have begun the disgusting habit of bringing left overs from home or in take out containers from the airport food court. There is nothing like sitting in a vacuum-sealed compartment with the pungent smell of hundreds of passengers’ leftovers wafting in the air.

And one final point, as plane upgrades seem like a thing of the past and flying aviation from 20 years ago is trending, airlines have tacked on costs for checked baggage. Yes, this exists here in Australia too for airlines aside from Qantas. But, for some reason I find that American passengers have decided it’s just not worth the cost to check a bag, and therefore try and beat the system by bringing on board everything they possibly own. If you’re unfortunate to board the plane last you won’t even have room to tuck away your handbag.

4. Shortening of words

Is it shortening of words, or just slang? I think a bit of both. Some say it derives from the criminals who founded this darn continent (geez lets just forget about the indigenous people), regardless, picking up new fashion slang and slicing every multi syllable word in half is right up my ally.

Ranga – someone with red hair (short for orangutan)

Tradie – someone who works a trade job

Arvo – Afternoon

Bicky – Biscuit aka cookie

Cuppa – Cup of coffee or tea

Barbie – BBQ

Togs, Swimmers – Bathing Suit

Snags – Sausages

Singlet – Tank top

Sunnies – Sunglasses

Bottle O’ – Liquor Store

Servo – Service Station/Gas Station

Mate – Friend

5. Sitting in the front of cabs

So one of the best things about New York City is the cabs. You can get across town, uptown to downtown etc. for under a $20 cab fair. While your at it, yapping away to your friends passing street vendors, bodegas, and various bars, although it can be annoying at times, you have a TV sharing with you the latest weather, pop culture, and news. Don’t like it, simply turn it off. But sometimes it’s a nice distraction to pass the time. Rarely do you sit in the front of a cab, and that’s only when you’re exactly 4 people.

In Brisbane at least, a cab from the trendy “going out” area of The Valley to my apartment a 15-minute walk away cost $12. Public transport is outrageous, hard to come by without dialing a number, and the fairs increase the later it gets.

The expectation is that if you’re a solo passenger you sit in the front. It can be an exhausting experience. Sometimes I don’t want to make conversation and so I’ll say my brief hello, provide my destination then stare aimlessly out the window or watch the expensive meter tick by. Other times call for being a chatterbox and time passes quickly with friendly attentiveness from my chauffeur.

I’m aware this isn’t a comparison on America as it is more on NYC versus Brisbane but for someone making the transition, sitting in the front one on one with the driver can be intense.

6. Service and options

But none of the above comparisons can go without mentioning the luxuries that America has that Australia, or at least Brisbane can’t compare by an inch. It’s what makes America, well, America and so many other nations and cities envious. America has options, and a lot of them.

In Brisbane shops close at 5 or 6, there is no mid-week shopping – except one day a week allocated for “late night shopping”. What!?!? Not only in NYC, but also even in suburbia shops are open until at least 9. And there are options, so many options. There are cheap clothing stores with cheap clothes for cheap prices and cheap stores with decent clothes for cheap prices and expensive stores with cheap clothes and expensive stores with expensive quality.

When it comes to food you can’t even compare. 24 hour options, fast food, gourmet foods, trendy restaurants, hot dogs, pizza, donuts, cheesesteaks, hoagies, beer. Yum yum yum yum.

Minimum wage in the States is appalling. Many service works don’t receive incentive packages like healthcare and live solely by tips. With that, you expect attentive service and if you don’t get it many know the restaurant’s reputation and their tip will reflect. For me, 20% was standard. What’s great about tipping is you can incentive better service. What’s not great is you can spend a lot more then the cost of the meal shelving out those incentives. Because more customers mean more money, it’s not customary to take a table for a full evening. It’s in and out.

In Australia, many service workers make around $20 an hour. Tipping is only done if service is extraordinary and you want to thank a server for going above and beyond. Tipping is very rare. Although the food prices are higher, the atmosphere can be a bit more relaxed and you can take your time with your meal. That also means though that the servers have no incentive to provide exemplary service and at times this can be very frustrating.

I leave Australia again this week to head for America for a quick trip. What I’ve noticed has become a bit of a pattern is that for my first few days in the States I’m constantly making comparisons in my head to my life here in Brisbane. I’m grateful for the laid-back lifestyle and simplicity of things here. By the end of my trip after enjoying the luxuries of a fast paced lifestyle back in New York indulging in all its luxuries the tables turn.  Oh the woes of living abroad.