I’m appalled to discover that local Wellington sports establishment the ‘Big Kumara’, home of more giant TVs than your local Harvey Norman, is willing to ban a willing drinker because he’s “too old”.
Since when did age come between a bar and its lushes patrons? Are gone the days of drinks for all and cheer all round?
Let’s consider this carefully. What has Mr. Norman Levido done other than have slightly questionable taste in clothes and be older than 30? Nothing that I’m aware of.
If the Big Kumara (and The Establishment) wants to ban people, how about giving a little more evidence? Perhaps let the old bugger actually pinch a bum before we go making assumptions? Then, out into the street you old codger!
All you gourmets and gourmands will no doubt know about Scopa’s attempt on the world pizza-eating record on Saturday the 22nd, and the fact that if you join in you will essentially be eating FREE pizza. If that sounds like your sort of thing (and why wouldn’t it?), then you’ll need to register first, and according to Texture, you’ll have to do so by Monday.
To get in the mood, you could do worse than waddle down to the Overseas Passenger Terminal this Sunday for the Italian Festa, which is also sponsored by Scopa among others. Combine that with the fact that the recently papered-over windows of the former Imbibe are covered in plenty of Italian Festa posters, and one might start to guess who’s planning to reinvigorate that Swan lane favourite. Could it be the Bresolin boys?
Hey, this is Wellington, the town that’s run on coffee and is generally savvy enough to be online and connected.
We probably need this (Coffeenatic) like an extra hole in the head … but then again that’ll just make getting the coffee in quicker!
(thank you Web Worker Daily for noticing this for us all)
I know we talked about this last year, when we made fun of John McGrath (you know, just for a change) but I feel the need to remind y’all that the Wairarapa Wine Harvest Festival is coming up again.
And now I can say for certain that it really is the most kickass day ever. Just $25 gets your ticket into the shindig, and you can get a shuttle from the train for $15. Taste wines from all kinds of boutique winemakers around the Wairarapa, many of whom don’t have a cellar door. Laugh as the man from Maebus describes his favourite Pinot Noir as tasting “like angels fornicating in your mouth” – and try and get in his good books in case he really is in with Google. Watch my parents try and win half a case of wine with their awesome dancing skills again. But one suggestion: don’t try and walk on rolling barrels. You will just fall off, hit your head and cry.
Well we rushed down to the new venue for Viva Mexico this evening and thoroughly enjoyed that they’d almost completely run out of stock!
Luckily they agreed to sell us what they still had… which was some pretty good enchiladas.
Which waterfront restaurant, famous for its seafood, is unlikely to be telling its guests that their special fish de jour Sole is actually frozen, not fresh?
Some have accused Mojo of becoming Wellington’s answer to Starbucks, but according to one blogger, maybe they’re more like Hooters. Apparently, “All the female staff have their shirts buttoned down to the lowest feasible button meaning that any movement will expose a little more breast than your average cafe.” Is this a new moral low for coffee marketing? Such a major incident required fearless investigative reporting, so a fly was dispatched to Mojo to find out…
The Masked Barfly has joined the problem drinkers in Cuba Mall. No, I haven’t started quaffing meths or wrestling diners for their steaks (it’s all a filthy lie): Good Luck have gone overground and now have an outdoor drinking area in the middle of the mall. I suppose the local retailers don’t mind people drinking in the streets as long as we’re paying them $15 a pop for the privilege.
A couple of us flies were still buzzing after the Ornette Coleman gig, and after a quick stop at Kazu to fill our abdomens (and to sup on salt-rimmed sake & tonic – so wrong and yet so right) we headed off to Happy for the rumoured “after party”. Well, it was definitely afterwards, and I suppose it was a party, but unless we left too early (the Newtown bus was calling) there was no sign of Mr Coleman or even one of his myriad bassists. Oh well, a Chris Knox sighting will do for now.
So, “El Toro” is it? It seems all things Mexican are hot right now, and while it’s not exactly a tequila bar, Viva Mexico from the much-missed Wakefield Markets will be making a welcome return. It opens this Friday at the back of the Left Bank, complete with old favourites like Divorced Eggs and new hipster-friendly Dios de los Muertos décor.
Speaking of comebacks, Herd Street Brasserie is apparently set to reopen next month. Let’s hope that the new owners are more savvy than the original ones: though let’s face it, that wouldn’t be hard. And the Masked Barfly also hopes that they continue an emphasis on alcohol as well as food: all together now, “Oh I do like to drink beside the seaside…”