Chilli Cheese Fries of the Underground

Out and About

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When my friend told me the address of The Walrus Club, I said to myself ‘oh that’s the same address as the Regatta Hotel. How strange.’ Silly, old, untrendy me. The Walrus Club is an underground bar.

It was hip and crafty and windowless, just like an underground bar should be (not that I had ever been to one before so how would I know?).

It was also an alcohol connoisseur’s heaven. There was at least 30 different types of every spirit and all of their beers and ciders were on tap and simply satisfying (their on tap Peroni was my favourite for the night for sure). My friend and I were lucky enough to be mistaken as engaged and were treated to some Venezuelan rum from a random and a little bit strange but generous man and his sister (obviously we let them know that we were only 19 and definitely not getting married but they didn’t mind apparently. Venezuelan rum all around!)  The bar men were super friendly as well and gave you taste testers of their special stuff if you asked them nicely 🙂

Next it was on to the food. Always the first thing on my mind whenever I go anywhere of course but when life gives on tap beer and Venezuelan rum one can forget about the important stuff. That’s where the Walrus Bar’s newly beloved thick cut chips and chilli con carne with cheese, sour cream and chives came in. You’d think it was the lighting underground that would make it difficult to get a good food shot while you’re out with your friends but no, it’s your friends themselves! Many a hand had to be swiped away in order to be able to get a photo of the glorious chilli con carne soaked chips.

I mean, look at this one closing in on that sour cream. Despicable. But understandable.

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With talented live musicians, delightful nooks and crannies to keep you entertained all night and super cool, old-fashioned decor, The Walrus Club was a winner for my friends and I. So much so, that we soaked up the atmosphere until it was time to start singing ‘Closing Time’ by Semisonic like the classic, young, university students we are. Just kidding. But we were definitely told that it was closing time… one last call for alcohol…so finish your Venezuelan rum or beer. Okay I’ll stop.

The Walrus Club. Check it out.

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Peanut butter caramel Before Anyone Else

My works of art if you will..., The Daily Feeds

Friends or food?

Friends and food.

When your friends are food you’re winning… Or losing?

Only kidding.

I have friends and I have food and I love them both equally.

Which is why I get so excited when my nearest and dearest friends call for picnics in gardens with me. We eat, laugh and gossip with the safety of knowing we have the guaranteed discretion of the foliage and birds (the only living things around). 
For yesterday’s excursion, it was requested that I bake something delicious.

I think I picked pretty well.

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BAM.
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Never have I ever given these to anyone* who hasn’t wanted another piece. Ever.

Not even the Australian wildlife of the Brisbane Botanic Gardens could resist these beauties. There we were, munching, minding our own business, when a ferocious, dog-sized Kookaburra swooped in, fangs out, and snatched my friend’s half-eaten cookie bar straight out of her hand. Admittedly, it was as ferocious as a Kookaburra can be (which is not much), had no fangs (that we could see) and was the size of a Kookaburra-sized dog (so, normal size), but made the loss no less painful. I hope he got a tummy ache.

‘Knock You Naked’ cookie bars are pretty much just peanut buttery caramel cooked between two slabs of chocolate chip cookie. I used the recipe from www.julieseatsandtreats.com to make mine and let me tell you, this lady knows her treats. Here’s the download of her recipe (all hers):{89DF9988-C6DA-41A7-BC21-AAAC364807CB}

The sides are chewy and the centre is super soft and gooey. They are the all-rounders of the slice world.

Heads up: this is definitely a treat where one must ignore its millions of calories. If you ask me though, ‘Knock You Naked’ cookie bars are worth ignoring any future side effects** one may or may not (but probably will) be subject to.

I should also note at this point, that no one has ever been knocked naked from these bars, in my presence at least, thank goodness.

Seriously though, try them. You won’t regret it.

(*vegans and chocolate, caramel, peanut butter haters excluded – I don’t know any of these kinds of people)

(**flabby bits)