Distractions, reflections

On the first morning after a long trans-Pacific flight, the fish market is good tourist destination.  Earlier is better.  The Sydney Fish Market is a short walk west from the bus stop in Pyrmont where we got off.  After passing under the Western Distributor elevated freeway, we found low building around a big parking lot.

The first store we encountered was Deep Seafood Cafe and Oyster Bar.  We were still early for lunch.

The lobster and shrimp might have been attractive to most people, but half of our family is allergic to them.

We walked over a few more doors to De Costi Seafood, which also had displays full of shrimp.

Getting service from behind the sneeze guards requires some service.

The blue swimmer crabs were on feature.  Read more... (603 words, 31 images, estimated 2:25 mins reading time)

I stayed with Jennifer at her house in Pocklington last May (before I started photoblogging!) Thus, the precedent of my cooking dinner has become part of the routine. On my first day in, though, Jennifer suggested that we might try the local “Garden Chinese Restaurant“. Fiona was at home, too, so she came along.

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I’m at the Disney Contemporary Resort. That’s one of three original hotels on nearest the Magic Kingdom. (It’s famous because the monorail runs through the middle of it.) The California Grill, on the 15th floor of the hotel, is supposed to be one of the better onsite restaurants. It has sushi on the menu, so I thought I would try it.

When I phoned earlier in the week, it sounded like this restaurant is pretty popular. Upon checking into the hotel, I asked the clerk, and she said that there’s a bar area that serves the full menu, and it’s usually not too full. I stopped by the downstairs entry at 7:15 p.m. and asked if I could go there, but they said that the bar area was already fully reserved. They phoned upstairs, and the sushi bar in front of the open kitchen was available, so I went up the elevator.

I ordered the sushi deluxe. I got to watch the sushi chef. This isn’t the Japanese style of sushi bar where the chef multi-tasks to serve multiple people, it’s a production line. After 10 minutes, the waiter brought me some crusty and chewy (Italian-style) bread, and some olive oil. Nice, but not exactly in line with traditional Japanese service.  Read more... (501 words, estimated 2:00 mins reading time)