Tequila, sangria and ugali

I haven’t real­ly spent the whole week at bars, but Tequi­la Joe’s and Avi­da were both on the agen­da this week, as was the new Afri­ka on Cam­bridge Ter­race (for­mer­ly the Moroc­can Casablan­ca). Tequi­la Joe’s is in the for­mer Shi­no­bi Sushi premis­es on Vivian Street near the cor­ner of Tory; the result of a Detroit […]

Eats, rides and city living (and now earthquakes!)

This post is an intro­duc­tion since the folks at Welling­ton­ista have kind­ly invit­ed me to join their mer­ry band (and I now have an unex­pect­ed day off since the office is closed). So a lit­tle about me ….  I LOVE Welling­ton, food, events, eat­ing expe­ri­ences, movies, solo Sat­ur­day morn­ing wan­ders, soak­ing up the city vibe, […]

FishHead DineOut awards: get your vote in!

Just a reminder that vot­ing in Fish­Head mag­a­zine’s Dine­Out awards 2013 clos­es this Fri­day the 19th. Get in now and vote for your favourite restau­rants, bars and cafés through­out the Welling­ton region, and you’ll be in to win a cof­fee grinder and a year’s sup­ply of Havana cof­fee.

Bars and Bites

This is in the vein of The Welling­ton­ista Bar Fly-les, but I thought I’d give it anoth­er name since it’s about food & cof­fee as well as drink.

  • Have I been unob­ser­vant, or has Off­beat Orig­i­nals only just start­ed offer­ing lamb as an option in their famous burg­ers? And tape­nade as an accom­pa­ni­ment?! [insert drool­ing nois­es here]
  • The Bue­na Vista Social Club seems to have been suc­cess­ful as a cer­tain may­oral cam­paign. It has closed (rather incon­ve­nient­ly for cer­tain fringe shows), though it is appar­ent­ly due to reopen as a gay bar called S&M. No com­ment.
  • If you’ve been putting off enjoy­ing Sim­ply Paris’ excel­lent cas­soulet, patis­serie, Mer­guez frites baguettes or pain per­du by their bizarre choice of “Nespres­so” in place of cof­fee, then rejoice! for they now have a prop­er espres­so machine and Orb cof­fee. You’ll still have to put up with the twee décor and occa­sion­al­ly slow ser­vice, though the more than occa­sion­al hot­ness of their staff should make up for the lat­ter.
  • For­give me for shout­ing, but … TIKI TIKI TIKI! It’s not quite the prop­er Tiki Bar that the Welling­ton­ista have long been gag­ging for, but Mat­ter­horn are hav­ing a Tiki Bar week­end this week­end, com­plete with vin­tage tiki mugs, dry ice, spe­cial cock­tails and sil­ly hats.

Coffee in Newtown?

Can any­body help me locate a decent cof­fee in New­town dur­ing these inter­minable pub­lic hol­i­days? Peo­ples’ is shut until Mon­day, as is the café at the Med. The only option I have locat­ed thus far is Eva Dixon’s at the Zoo (which was a love­ly walk in the sun) but result­ed in a small lat­té in a large take­away cup topped by prodi­gious amounts of froth, cost me $5.20 includ­ing the sur­charge, and tast­ed like filth.

So, tomor­row I need a bet­ter option. Any ideas?

UPDATE: Thanks to the help­ful com­ments I head­ed north today to find that The Ball­room, The Recov­ery Room and Pranah are all closed (which I sus­pect­ed after hav­ing the same prob­lems last East­er). And I did feel fair­ly strange prowl­ing the cor­ri­dors of the hos­pi­tal look­ing for the Fuel kiosk which was also closed.

So, I’m off to the movies at Island Bay where, hope­ful­ly, the Empire can serve me up a brew before Alvin and The Chip­munks.

Auckland vs. Wellington

A dif­fer­ent long week­end away pro­vides anoth­er oppor­tu­ni­ty to reex­am­ine the age-old bat­tle. After our first chap­ter, Secret Agent Robyn came down from Auck­land to check out our city. This is her report…

Get­ting there: The air­port bus runs past my place every 20 min­utes. I wait­ed for 30 min­utes, but there was no sign of the bus. I start­ed to pan­ic and called a taxi. $50 lat­er I was at the air­port, but too late for check-in. Oh no! But fate smiled upon me — due to ‘weath­er’ in Welling­ton, the plane was late, so they could check me in after all. In Welling­ton, the taxi to my hotel was cheap, but slow in a way that proves the bypass was a dumb idea. Welling­ton wins this one for delay­ing my flight.

Wellington vs. Auckland

A long week­end away pro­vides the per­fect oppor­tu­ni­ty to re-exam­ine the age-old bat­tle. In our first chap­ter, our agent goes to Auck­land. In our next chap­ter, an ene­my agent will come here…

Air­port access: Get­ting to Welling­ton Air­port, from Thorn­don via a quick stop in Hataitai to pick up my suit­case took less than half an hour, and the only cost was some grov­el­ling to my moth­er. Get­ting to the CBD of Auck­land via a shut­tle took an hour and cost $26 — that’s 15 min­utes longer than the actu­al flight, and only $13 less than the tick­et. Welling­ton 1, Auck­land 0.

Air­ports: Welling­ton air­port has only one ter­mi­nal, which is bliss­ful­ly fast food chain-free and it’s a sexy big space. You can get Fuel cof­fee, and Wish­bone food (which caters to a wide range of dietary require­ments) but it’s loud and bust­ly, and the stools they have at coun­ters are shiny met­al and you slip off them. Mean­while, Auck­land Air­port may have Burg­er King and Mac­Don­alds, but they also have a juice bar with those posh award-win­ning recov­er­able design style chairs. A tie.

If Only: Striving for perfection in the real world

In the cor­ner office of our won­der­ful Ivory Tow­er (lit­er­al­ly now, thanks Noizy for shelling out for that rebuild) we look down upon the seething pop­u­lace of Welling­ton that we love so dear and think to our­selves: if only…if only they were as per­fect as we are. At which point it’s time for our 11am mas­sage and man­i­cure.

This time gave us the chance to con­struct a short list of estab­lish­ments around Welling­ton that could be bet­ter if only they changed some things.

The Port Café

What they have going for them: Fan­tas­tic day­time sun, great city views, real­ly good fish & chips, and a BYO license.
What they need to change: The décor! Plain white walls and con­crete floors alone do not add up to styl­ish min­i­mal­ism: that requires ele­gant pro­por­tions and exquis­ite detail­ing, where­as this place just looks cheap and unfin­ished. The chairs were sal­vaged from the bar­gain bin at Ware­house Sta­tionery, and the only attempts at actu­al design (mod­el ships and some blue down­lights) make it look tawdry and twee. Either get in a prop­er inte­ri­or design­er or drop the prices and be a plain old chip­pie.

more after the jump..

Mighty Good Times

This new­bie mem­ber of the Welling­ton­ista was beat­en to punch when it came to report­ing on the glad-wrap­ping record attempt at the Mighty Mighty. How­ev­er I thought I would add my two cents worth about the night and the over­all friend­li­ness of the Mighty Mighty for the female solo trav­el­er.

 First off, why was I head­ing into the night to be mum­mi­fied in the first place? Well some­times you have the kind of week where you wish that some­one would ren­der you most­ly immo­bile by glad-wrap­ping your arms to the side of your body. While this does present tech­ni­cal dif­fi­cul­ties when it comes to drink­ing beer, it does keep your hands off the key­board for awhile! The expe­ri­ence remind­ed me some­what of Tokyo morn­ing rush hour trains, the term “sushi zume” packed like sushi seemed pret­ty apt as the final cir­cu­lar wrap was made around 41(?) peo­ple. The chances of being groped were about the same (you might be sur­prised how cre­ative some peo­ple can be even with their hands firm­ly wrapped to them­selves) but there were few­er suits and more hip­pies and smiles on this love train. Oh and free jager­meis­ter.

The Wellingtonista guide to drinking for free

Now, don’t get me wrong: we Welling­ton­istas are not usu­al­ly par­si­mo­nious when it comes to pay­ing for drinks. On the oth­er hand, we’re a can­ny and log­i­cal bunch, and it only takes about 10 free glass­es of house wine to save up enough for a Mega Mai Tai, so in the long run it pays to seek out gratis grog.
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Let’s start with the obvi­ous: gallery open­ings and launch­es. You can get lucky by sim­ply cruis­ing the streets on a mid­week night seek­ing the tell-tale sounds of clink­ing glass­es and post­struc­tural­ist dis­course, but ded­i­cat­ed cheap­skates know that the best way to guar­an­tee results is to get on the mail­ing lists.