In some circles it's considered gauche to photograph a restaurant experience. Thankfully, I don't mix in that circle (if I don't include Jason) and snapped photos to my heart's content when Jason and I went to fancy schmancy Aria for lunch.
How often do I get to go somewhere a little bit posher than say, Maccas? Almost never. And these images are to record for posterity a lovely luncheon in 2012.
|slightly warmed vichyssoise|
|duck pie with spiced pears and a witlof and raisin salad in the foreground, a cast iron pot of crisp hand cut chips|
|I was too embarrassed to have my new $2.50 op-shop jacket hung up. Even though it's wool and bespoke (but for someone else, as Jason likes to remind me).|
|decanted wine, and a view overlooking the Brisbane River|
And it made a lovely change of routine from this.
|The last of the VJ panels were put up under the house yesterday. Yay!|