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Ocha

I rarely make a trip to the burbs to have a meal.
No.
I lie.
I just don’t.
However, Ocha is different.  It isn’t because they’re only a tram line away and remind me of my high-school years when I ran around Hawthorn like a teenage shit-bag with my Balwyn High School friends, it is because my sister is [...]

Who the hell is Jeff Ho?

I am convinced that my alterego has been taken over.  Something has uprooted Bunches McGinty and I have been replaced by Engrish.  Only, this alterego is someone who is living, breathing and most definitely always mistaken for me.
No matter where I make a reservation, whether it be for Thai, Italian, “Mod-Oz” or Dirty Asian, I [...]

Ironing out the kinks.

It is hard to express how the last few days have been.
No, wait, it isn’t.
Frustrating.
I finally have a day off and I have a great morning of coffee guzzling and venue hunting with a phone skitzing out on electrical juices, while I have a disturbing budget hanging over my head and support letters that need [...]