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Goon: “You can’t come in here mate.”
Me: “I’m sorry? I have a booking for 10 o’clock.”
Goon: “The kitchen closes at 10 o’clock.”
Me: “No it doesn’t. I checked when I booked yesterday and it closes at 11. I have a booking for 10 O’clock. now please let me in.”
Goon: “Oi. You can’t bring that in.”
He seizes a $3.50 bottle of water, left over from a visit to the theatre, from my wife,
I was wearing proper shoes, pin-striped trousers, a v-neck sweater and a mac. I say that because the Transport Hotel complex in Melbourne’s Federation Square is now owned by Brisbane pub owners.
And the only time I have problems entering pubs, ever, has been in Brisbane because I was wearing shorts and sandals.
But this isn’t a story about the bizarre dress codes in Brisvegas. It is about a restaurant, Taxi that isn’t in control of it’s building, sitting on the first floor above a large rowdy public bar.
During the day the stairwell can smell of lavatory cleaner. Tonight it’s cigarette smoke. One of the ladies’ loos is blocked, also.
Luckily it is after dark, as I am facing west. If it was sunset I would have to wear complimentary sunglasses to protect my eyes.
Still, it’s not a bad spot looking down over the Yarra, enjoying a post theatre plate of sashumi.
I can’t resist a saki tasting. And in his excitement our waiter serves me before delivering J her glass of wine. Twice.
I tasted – and swallowed – four saki, all cold but different and excellent.
I tried googling the names so I could give some meaningful commentary on their origin. But I could find little or nothing.
I suggest you go there and try it yourselves. Just avoid it at night and take the lift instead of the stairs.
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