Vietnamese
For the last week or so, I’ve been watching episodes from Luke Nguyen’s Vietnam to hype myself up for the launch of Fat Noodle, a joint collaboration between Luke Nguyen and Star City. It’s foodie travel shows like these that make me wonder why Smell-a-vision...
Cheap and cheerful. That was the only stipulation I gave my girlfriends when deciding where to eat for our Friday night catchup: somewhere we could get a table without waiting and get change for a $50. Xage (pronounced ‘Sage’) was our answer. Hailed by many...
When I’m trying to work out where to go for a meal, I turn to my hit list of restaurants to try, built up from personal recommendations and favourable reviews. Right now, the list stands at 28 and growing. I don’t think I could ever...
I have to admit, fusion isn’t something I usually get excited about. The word is thrown about so loosely these days, it seems that you could pick any two dishes from two different menus and somehow sell it as fusion. While there are some fantastic...
Mr. Taste and I visit Bankstown for two things: 1. A hot bowl of overpriced pho at Pho An 2. The incredibly satisfying tamarind prawns at My Canh My Canh was probably my first real foray into Vietnamese food. My knowledge of Vietnamese cuisine used...
After a silly day out in the west hanging out with my cousins, we rounded up some more cousins and headed into Canley Heights for Vietnamese. On a cold winter’s night, we can only think of one thing that can warm our tummies and that’s...
You can usually tell whether a restaurant is any good by looking at the front door. A good restaurant will have a nice mix of locals and out of towners, loitering around the foyer, tippy-toeing up and down to check if there are any empty...
As they say, word of mouth spreads like wildfire. When it works in your favour, it can be a great thing. But when it doesn’t, it can be enough to ruin your business. Darlinghurst’s trendy Vietnamese eatery, Phamish is unique in that I’ve heard both...
My family used to come here at least once a week to briefly forget those cold winter nights. Going to ‘Pho’ was synonymous to going to ‘Pho An’. When I was really really small, this phrase was thrown around so much that I actually believed...
