tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post7803759461944206134..comments2024-03-28T14:38:25.719+11:00Comments on The Adventurerer: Tapas in Sydneyharryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10218346748576276702noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-62016564119934219802008-10-23T13:24:00.000+11:002008-10-23T13:24:00.000+11:00Tapas Tapas TapasSome people get it some don't. S...Tapas Tapas Tapas<BR/><BR/>Some people get it some don't. SumBar Wine Bar + Tapas in Randwick. Go there, they get it. You want chorizo they got it. You want small food to pick up with fingers, they got it, and very reasonably priced. Olives and bread with oil etc are all there. Maybe they can franchise and we can all get one!!!! Don't write it off, the tap is still on here!!Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01689497534386652335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-34473164126681925702008-06-30T22:25:00.000+10:002008-06-30T22:25:00.000+10:00now there's a euphemism. I'm not going anywhere *n...now there's a euphemism. <BR/><BR/>I'm not going anywhere *near* your tap.worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-64212760973871465552008-06-30T11:14:00.000+10:002008-06-30T11:14:00.000+10:00"so, also, I have to say - could you not just writ..."so, also, I have to say - could you not just write off the whole tapas in Sydney thing?"<BR/><BR/>Nup. My indignation entitles me to thrash about angrily like a let-go hose on full.<BR/>Eventually someone will turn off the tap.harryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10218346748576276702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-353542002617911242008-06-27T04:04:00.000+10:002008-06-27T04:04:00.000+10:00I specialise in awful imagery - its a talent I've ...I specialise in awful imagery - its a talent I've had ever since eating brekfast at the Red Tomato Inn that one time...anti obhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02853494819364588013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-69388067727599997902008-06-26T22:46:00.000+10:002008-06-26T22:46:00.000+10:00eugh. I rest my case ;-)(btw, I really hope Miros ...eugh. I rest my case ;-)<BR/><BR/><BR/>(btw, I really hope Miros don't serve Gibson Bravas on their Patatas. Mel Milk? noooooooo. that is awful imagery Ob)worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-9180422203330684132008-06-26T15:41:00.000+10:002008-06-26T15:41:00.000+10:00"can you imagine if a bar in Sydney started to giv..."can you imagine if a bar in Sydney started to give free food out with every drink?"<BR/><BR/>Been there, done brekfast at the Red Tomato Inn in Randwick; free fried-brekfast-under-a-heatlamp with every schooner between 7 and 9 am! Guaranteed cooked fresh this week! Closed Mondays from 6-7am for the hosing out!anti obhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02853494819364588013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-58730193034247523662008-06-26T15:34:00.000+10:002008-06-26T15:34:00.000+10:00Hey the Patatas is the easy bit... but where do yo...Hey the Patatas is the easy bit... but where do you get good Bravas these days? Huh? I mean back in the bad old days you'd just grab any old Gibson in a kilt and blue warpaint and milk him of Bravas til you died, but these days you have to start from George Fuckin Bush in a flight suit with his finger on the button of a remote control, and no matter how many times you distill that you still end up with milktoast on the halfshell with a jus du' scholarship-to-Harvard-sponsored-by-granddad's-oilwell. Pheh. Smells like teen spirit really smells like. Tastes totally un-Bravisimo.anti obhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02853494819364588013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-17507312000975968372008-06-26T12:51:00.000+10:002008-06-26T12:51:00.000+10:00*snort* Ob - nail on the head - we have NO willpow...*snort* Ob - nail on the head - we have NO willpower. <BR/><BR/>and with yummy food, we don't want to anyway.<BR/><BR/>also, I suspect because it's an imported cultural difference, you'll never get the real tapas experience. can you imagine if a bar in Sydney started to give free food out with every drink? you would have to pitch yourself way above the average punter in order to not have carnage and mayhem. it's an all-or-nothing sort of situation.worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-42111984014046720652008-06-26T10:07:00.000+10:002008-06-26T10:07:00.000+10:00Since when are patatas bravas fiddly antiob? They'...Since when are patatas bravas fiddly antiob? They're no more fiddly than albondigas or garlic mushrooms, which should also be ticketed <I>de rigeur</I> in tapas degustation. Oh yeah.<BR/>Grilled octopus: now that's fiddly.<BR/>Yeah, righteous post, harry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-73965315505473007762008-06-26T03:55:00.000+10:002008-06-26T03:55:00.000+10:00Well yes... and kinda.I love Miros, and I've never...Well yes... and kinda.<BR/><BR/>I love Miros, and I've never even come close to leaving hungry (or sober) but it quite often doesn't leave you with much change out of $50 by the time you get the half of the drinks they charge us for. Which is fine if you were in the mood for a big meal and hungry, but sometimes it _would_ be cool to go to a tapas bar that did tapas like tapas: you order a beer, you get a saucer full of olives. Order another, it comes with some bread and cheese. A third and out come the sardines. You probably won't see anything as fiddly as patatas bravas unless you stay the whole night, but free nibblies with overpriced drinks, not necessarily a full-on meal.<BR/><BR/>Mind you, you probably _could_ do this at Miros if you just went and sat at the bar and shared a few small plates with friends... hands up whos got the willpower to do that? So maybe its self-inflicted.anti obhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02853494819364588013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-9542639824832148792008-06-25T23:22:00.000+10:002008-06-25T23:22:00.000+10:00it's a tough choice as to what's better - the chor...it's a tough choice as to what's better - the chorizo or dipping your bread in the oil afterwards... mmmm....worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-17271261927773383402008-06-25T21:32:00.000+10:002008-06-25T21:32:00.000+10:00Yeah, I liked Miro too. They give you chorizo the...Yeah, I liked Miro too. They give you chorizo there n all.Zoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01546885088503890394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-11834002385129143592008-06-25T21:08:00.000+10:002008-06-25T21:08:00.000+10:00so, also, I have to say - could you not just write...so, also, I have to say - could you not just write off the whole tapas in Sydney thing? because it's not true... whoever booked Subsolo was just looking in the wrong place. or being a pretentious knob-head. your choice.worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-48336317080690783192008-06-25T21:05:00.000+10:002008-06-25T21:05:00.000+10:00haven't you ever been to Miros with us in the past...haven't you ever been to Miros with us in the past decade or so? <BR/><BR/>the tapas are just as good and sometimes better than wot you get travelling through Spain (so speaketh Coz and Rob and also me). we usually pay about $30-40/head to stuff ourselves stupid plus sangria - and we've never, ever been charged for all the jugs of sangria we order. and we order a lot. I have coined the term 'sangria legs' due to the unstable trip from table to toilet halfway through the meal.<BR/><BR/>even the churros are good.<BR/><BR/>only one criticism* - the interior used to be a concrete shell decorated with gorgeous Miro-esque murals. it was fucking LOUD with no soft furnishings. now there's a soft furnishing - a banquette of DOOM that you can't get out of. also, the murals have been replaced by shithouse swirls of textured paint. <BR/><BR/>do not trip in this tapas bar.<BR/><BR/>I'm amazed you haven't come with us but if not, you haven't been paying attention, dood, and next time I organise something, come and then you won't have to whinge about some white trash trendy version of what should be yummy fun. get your arse down to Liverpool St where the good stuff is.<BR/><BR/>yum. want to go right now.<BR/><BR/><BR/>* okay make it two - the toilets are dodgy tardises.worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674475728195095319.post-50243519938380861672008-06-25T17:18:00.000+10:002008-06-25T17:18:00.000+10:00Mr Harry, would you like to cross post this at the...Mr Harry, would you like to cross post this at the food blog because it is righteous.<BR/><BR/>Do please say yes.Zoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01546885088503890394noreply@blogger.com