HIGHWAY BURGER and my stomach seemed destined never to meet. Anytime I went to the Canning Bridge eatery it was shut or I couldn’t get a parking spot. On Tuesday, […]

SAILING clubs – the last bastion of white middle-aged men wearing chinos, blazers with gold buttons and smoking cigars the size of a French baguette?  That was my life-long prejudice […]

I HAD some weird side-effects from the flu jab this week – I was feeling energetic, optimistic and well, decidedly Australian. My wife was very concerned, but I assured her […]

IS the hilly strip between Hungry Jack’s and the Canning Bridge a black hole for restaurants? It seems that Clancy’s Fish Pub is the only one to escape its gravitational […]

ANYONE for buttered crumpets and an episode of Murder, She Wrote? That was the vibe when I walked towards Messy Munchies, a quaint-looking cafe in Applecross where pensioners convened under […]

I’VE always been intrigued by a small, shabby-looking takeaway in Applecross called Pacific Rim Mix Plate. If the name wasn’t confusing enough (sounds like a research paper on the Earth’s […]

I MISS my lunchtime walks around Fremantle – it’s a jaw-dropping kaleidoscope of students, druggies and post-war freaks. My picaresque usually ends with some Japanese food at a cafe, and […]

IT’S always nice going for a pub lunch on a Tuesday. You feel slightly rebellious as the bourgeoisie tread water in some drab office. Jambo Jim and I decided to […]

NIC & KOLO is as Applecross as a mummy in Gucci sweat pants during school pickup. The restaurant is high-end without being too flashy and has consistently pleased punters with […]