Showing posts with label dining prawn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dining prawn. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

STILL MORE OYSTERS

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Apparently a table of ten of my mates and guests at Dockside yesterday devoured 50 doz oysters between them. $47 a doz they were. The platinum cards melted under the pressure - by all accounts. The Dining prawn did his best but was overshadowed by the Greek prawn.

A little bit of conspicuous consumption every now and then is good for the economy....

Yeah baby!

And an update - TV3 has admitted via Throng that the oysters pictured behind the newsreader on the TV3 item were not Bluffies. Well done Phil Corkery for setting the matter straight.

Phil is a good bugger from down home. and still one of the best newsmen in the business.

I bet he ripped the philistine in charge of graphics another butt bit.

Sunday, 13 December 2009

WE WILL DRINK TO THAT..

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Cactus, and the Dining Prawn will be ecstatic after a new study shows that a couple of glasses of champagne have the same blood bolstering effect as a couple of glasses of red wine.

And it is not just limited to the expensive french stuff . Cheap fizz is good too. So raise your glasses to good health!

Friday, 13 November 2009

DINING PRAWN AND HIS ANGEL ON TOUR

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The famous legless one is on tour... John Thorpe, once was journalist, once was PR guru and once was sober ( in 2002 by all accounts - I was there wasn't I ?) and always a rambunctious, curmudgeonly and strangely interesting bastard, and his amazing wife Aroha are in the Middle East . They have a blog. And they are blogging up a storm..

We want to know if he manages to find his beloved Nectar of choice - Steinlager.....

Keep an eye on it ... its fun.

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

PIE EYED

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Between meetings today we drove between Christchurch and Dunedin. We forgot how long it takes. So the drive was made easy by the anticipation of one of the great culinary delights of the south. A MacGregors Mutton Pie at Palmerston..

They make your arteries quiver.

They are made with cold water pastry which is made with lard. In the middle was a pattie of mutton ( not lamb mince but smelly old mutton)
and it was softened with breadcrumb so it held together nicely all soft and squishy and it was laced with salt and white pepper.

And the little pattie floated in a silky pool of warm fat.

There was a hole on the top and you poured off the excess fat. Then we used to eat the crunchy pastry off and then the rest of the pastry and finally we would consume the pattie.

It was saturated fat overload and a dream to eat. So from about Ashburton we started to think of the mutton pie from MacGregors Bakery in Palmerston.

At about Timaru we needed to pee. but we held on to shorten the time it would take to get to Palmerston as we knew that the bakery was about to close.

We finally got there, dashed for the loo. Then off to the bakery. There were two mutton pies left. The owner assured me they were fresh.

We sat outside in the rental. We grabbed three serviettes in anticipation of having to pour out the fat. Nothing came. Not a drop - it was dry.

We nibbled at the pastry and noticed it wasn't the gluey white colour but sort of yellowish.
It was just okay but not made of lard.

So we lifted the lid on our childhood memory and were faced with a pattie that looked just like a MacDonalds sausage pattie.

We scrunched it into the packet and chucked it on the floor in abject disappointment.

We didn't cry , no really we didn't - but we sighed a lot all the way to Karitane. And then things got all blurry and we turned on the wipers to clear the windscreen. It didn't work. But we werent crying... truly....We wouln't cry over a crap pie....

Monday, 27 October 2008

DOCKSIDE TAKES A DAY OFF - CAUSES SENSATION AMOUNG WELLINGTONS DINING FRATERNITY

Dining prawn has some observations on Wellingtons Eateries and some rugby gossip.


While you all were sunning on a magic Labour Day, some of us were working
–on the road, so to speak. Firstly there was the essential visit to Wellington’s infamous Dockside Restaurant. Shit, shock, horror, probe! Not openThe country’s leading sunshine eating house was in unoccupied shadow. There have been rumours for weeks, few patrons, fish and chips at $37 and lately the offer of half price wines in the afternoons.
A shock ran through the Wellington restaurant scene after the demise of Copita!
But it was just for one day. But it was a day which in recent years, would have meant a week’s turnover in most capital restaurants.
But not to bother, Shed 5 was open and the whimsical Chicago Bar was bursting with diners.
So too was the eventual destination, the Red Dragon in Tory Street. The tables were over populated with Wellington’s Asian population and the 30 staff were all wired up for sound and response. Must be a dollar or two in noodles!
Talking of noodles the Big Thumb in the Courtenay Place area is also booming. Late
last week they hosted a private luncheon which featured an odd trio. With
Ranfurly Shield was Jamie Joseph and race caller Des Coppins. It appeared
they took their own kai, cray and muscles for the occasion.