I know fat chips aren't Tapas... but they came with mayonnaise, and that was yum.
I promised to start regularly blogging, but since I have just finished a couple of weeks of intense exams I have just wanted to breathe. If only for a moment.
My sister and her hubby had their birthdays (born on the same day of the same year only hours apart *cue gasp and "omg? Really? Wow!"). It was a lovely night with nice Tapas. Not fantastic eye popping Spanish tapas, but it was eatable. Service was a bit on the "um whatever" side, but nothing could get us down - even on a cold, wet winter's night in Melbourne. I guess it just added to the charm... alleyway, jazz and birthday fun.
Well here are some pictures of the so-so Tapas. At least they looked pretty!
P.s Groups of look-at-me-I-am-so-frrreakin'-hot teens. I can't stand
them! I mean I couldn't stand them when I was at school... let alone now. What is with the skanktastic outfits when it is 8 degrees outside? Honey, it aiint cute to not wear clothes in public. What do you think? Am I being unreasonable?
