Yesterday was Australia Day and the women’s singles final.
Pei
To avoid having to eat the dreadful food at the Rod Laver Arena – imagine oil being heated at above 180C for 5-6 hours and burned potato wedges cooking for that long and producing a variety of carcinogens, the bad wine – Jacob’s Creek is one of the big sponsors, we went to Pei, a Mark Best restuarant, at Collin’s place on the way down to the tennis.
Now, some of you may not have heard about the virtues of Australian food. Let me correct the impression of it all being bad rum (Bundaberg), cheap wine (the aforementioned Jacob’s Creek) and pies. These all exist. However, due to the influx of many nationalities (Thai, Chinese, Greek, Italian etc, etc), and the high quality fresh produce available, there is a wide range of good food available that can rival London’s. Additionally, there is also a significant amount of good quality wine available, most of which never makes it way to London or further. If it does, it retails at over £30 a bottle – for example, Charles Melton’s extremely excellent Nine Popes Shiraz.
At Pei, we gallumphed our way through a couple starters: pork chunks and prawns with crispy pork salt and roasted garlic puree:
We then trawled our way through the mains. By this time, the wine was having an effect on me, so all I remember was lamb, steak king fish and a pretty great bottle of red.
Fully fed and watered, we walked down to the Rod Laver Arena and the women’s final.
Singles final, Australian Open 2013
Well what can I say? Azarenka won. She played some reasonable tennis as did Li Na and they were pretty evenly matched. Li Na’s improvement (post Carlos Rodriguez) is pretty interesting to note, although it was unfortunate that she made so many errors on her serve, which she did not against Sharapova.
Neither one of them is really a match for an on-song Serena and it was very frustrating to watch their fastest serves as 161 kph – Serena’s is over 200 and even Sloane Stephens was often close to the 180 kph mark.
Still, the match was entertaining, notwithstanding Azarenka’s squealing arias.
There is something irritating about Azarenka, from the self-consciously “too cool for school” hoody, incongruously matched with the pedal pushers and grandma’s swimsuit top; yhe “rapper” Redfoo (Berry Gordy’s grandson, with the unkempt hair) in her cheering section;
to her nickname VKA (or Vic-ahhhh) and the crocodile tears on her victory. (I won’t mention the noises again – I’ve said enough already).
Come back Serena – your presence is needed!!!
Up next, the men’s final….
But you didn’t mention the post match bottle of Red shared at the Wine Bar on Swanston…
Er, yeah – I was waiting for Greg to tell me what the wine was…..
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it
Hi Nicole. Australia already??? You seem to be having a great time and the pictures make everything look very shiny and bright. I have tried out a couple of your recipes and have some suggestions as to how you could make them even better. I’ll share my ideas at a later date when they have properly crystalised…..jx
Properly crystallised? Lol!