Today Tony and I decided to go to the Taste Festival (formerly own as the Taste of Tasmania) with his old teen squeeze, Jacki (another story... a long story in fact, don't ask!.. and sorry to Jacki for calling it 'old', I meant it was a long time ago... actually I had a teen squeeze of my own... hi Tanya, I known you nosey in here from time to time).
Anyway...
Jac turned up early, apologising if she was interrupting something... HA! ... you wish woman!
The Taste opens at 11am, we find a parking spot in Battery Point and walk to the site situated next to Salamanca Place. We're 8 minutes early and stand around with the waiting crowd. Tony checks his Twitter (or what ever iPhone dweebs do in a quite moment).
Once inside we started with some wood fired pizza and a glass of shardy from the nearest vendor... in fact, I think I stuck with the chardonnay most of the time. Jac disappeared looking for a stall that offers something with mushrooms (I hate mushrooms, if you ever wanted to know). Next was another glass of shardy from the Panorama vineyard, followed by a plate of Rosti, a favourite of ours, having first tried Rosti in its native Switzerland. I opted for, on Tony's advise, the bacon and cheese dish variety they offered, Very nice to try again, but as I always remember (we have the Rosti each year at the Taste and Festivale), not something I'd costume on a daily basis.
Next, Tony and Jac sent me off on a hunt for the Josef Chromy stall for some sparkling wine, which I discovered was stall 17. Most stalls, annoyingly, don't show there stall number. So after a near circuit of Shed #1, I discover the Chromy stall near where I started. Normally I'd express anger here, but already too drunk to care, I merrily order 3 glasses of sparkling wine. and make my way back to our 'home base' of a temporary table.
Consuming this we decide to move on and venture through the venue, oohing and aahing at the variety of food as went ventured outside.
We made our way outside and saw a Southern Cross News crew filming around the female toilets. I recognised them as Simon, the reporter, and Mark, fellow former full-time news tape editor now turned cameraman. Intrigued I asked what the story (or interest) was around the girls loo's. We as it turns out, I was again too drunk to remember the answer... and shortly there after confirmed by Simon's tactful comment to Mark - "Are we done here?". Colleague status aside, I came to the sudden conclusion that they were talking to an idiot.
Moving on...
I catch up with my 'homies' at a table outside and we decide to progress to dessert. Jac and I find a stall serving berries. We pick a pan cota for each of us and rejoin Tony. The sun is warm but not as hot as yesterday (topped 38 degrees). More drinks, Tony gets me a Pale Ale Honey beer that I spotted earlier. Mmmm. Not as nice as I thought. Lastly, I buy our customary Elderberry drink. It's non-alcoholic and a refreshing drink to end the day out with.
3pm... Time to depart, we walk back to the car and I'm surprised Jac takes the wheel.
No scary story here because we arrive back at the apartment safe and sound.
Happy new year everyone.
