A few nights ago, Ravi & I went on a date. We dined at the Balmain Bug. It looks like a converted terrace house from the outside, but inside it's intimate and rustic, with candlelight & soft music, french chatter amongst the serving staff, framed etches hanging on the rock walls. The service was impeccable (we had a waiter & a waitress attend to our table, often asking if we were comfortable, if the food was to our satisfaction, etc.) and the food was delicious. For entree, I had a potato & mushroom ragout with roasted corn and capsicum, and Ravi had a prawn and scallop ravioli. For mains, I had a barramundi fillet steeped in a sweet cheese, lemon and pea sauce, and Ravi had chicken wrapped in bacon with sweet potato mash & broccolini in a sweet wine sauce. For dessert we had a light raspberry souffle.
The place obviously caters for couples. Ravi boasted that he could tell by their body language which couples were on their first date & which couples had been together for a while. Evidently the table on our left housed a couple on their first date because they weren't in-sync yet, awkwardly deciding which chair they should sit in (with both of them observing what chair the other wanted to sit in before making a move for the other chair, it was a little painful to watch), making small-talk (to fill the silent void) as they surveyed the menu. The table behind me supported a couple who were obviously long-term partners - they chose their seat without consulting the other or looking to see which seat the other preferred to take, surveying the menu in silence without having to make small-talk. Very interesting.




































Philanthropy: how the other half lives
I started to think about what philanthropic initiatives I'm involved in. While I'm nowhere near my heyday of feeding the homeless at Central & The Wall nearly 10 years ago (I was still at uni & harbouring idealistic dreams of becoming the world's first despot that actually looks out for the little people). Currently the only philanthropic gestures I can muster at the moment is funding a cancer patient in trialling a new drug in the market & the occasional donation to the House With No Steps. Who can forget Ravi's bewilderment at why I would donate to the House of No Steps & not to another, sexier charity. The following weekend, Ravi fell ice skating & sprained a ligament in his ankle, forcing him to hobble around like an old man for a couple of weeks. He admitted experiencing an epiphany & a newfound appreciation for what the House With No Steps does as he trudged up & down our 2 flights of stairs at home during the duration of his recovery.
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September 16, 2006 in Food and Drink, Human Nature Channel, Social Commentary, Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em | Permalink | Comments (1)