I had good plans in place to not get lost this time. I had planned my route well, get into the city on whatever bus/train was up and running, stop at the cultural centre, grab the 385 bus to Paddington/The Gap, catch the bus for a few minutes, then hop off at Given Terrace and walk to Anouk. Unfortunately I was browsing on my phone and thought I had lost connection to Vodafail/Telstra 3G when I went underground. I actually had no connection signal from then onwards, which made tracking my progress via Translink all but useless.
|ONE BAR IN THE CBD. COME ON|
So while I was frantically trying to reconnect to the internet to see where I had to hop off, I was trying to call anyone I knew to tell me where to go. Unfortunately, Thursday mornings at 7am is not a good time. I called my Boyfriend but he didn't pick up for at least 8 minutes by which stage I had already stayed on the bus for 20 minutes. I was in Bardon, I didn't even know there was a suburb called Bardon in Brisbane.
This is a map of where I went, the black dot is where I ended up and the little A is my actual destination, 121 Given Terrace. I think I might have ended up even further out then there, because I was in front of Mundo Churrasco at 63 MacGregor Terrace.
|Yeahhhhhh, I'm shit at directions|
He didn't send me a map and I was too wary of buses to hop back on one. It started raining a few times and I was lucky that I brought an umbrella along. Each of the lines represents a false start getting to Anouk.
It took me almost an hour and ten minutes to walk there, even with my lousy sense of direction, Google Maps says it takes an hour and a half walking normally. Just goes to show, how fast I walk I guess?
|When life gives you lemons, pretend its a date? #foreveralone|
|The glass kept frosting up, this is after I wiped it twice|
|Cakes and biscuits|
|Museli and muffins|
|Like a lava lamp|
|Lovely wilted spinach, so vibrant!|
|I tried to make a wrap out of it, too dry ):|
I went back here with my Boyfriend several weeks later. He ordered an iced caramel, which came out in a tall glass with a blob of a really tasty vanilla ice cream. Milky and not particularly sweet with a great caramel. He wasn't a fan of the drink and said that mine was significantly better.
It was a very, slightly overcooked omelet with that slightly dry edge you get. There were huge chunks of sweet spanner crab there and the ponzu dressing was lovely, acidic and sweet. I felt like it could've been better seasoned. I ate it but wasn't particularly impressed.
|Not even once.|
On the way home, I noticed this awesome sign.
Atmosphere: 7, busy bustling cafe. Not sure if I like the whole broom/mirror thing.
Service: 8, the waitresses were lovely and super attentive.
Food: 8.5 for drinks, 6 for food. The drinks are absolutely delicious but I'm not particularly fussed by the food, I'd rush here for drinks, but the food? Not so much so.