Things you've never dreamed of

March 28th, 2010 by Rose

Art, Booze and Carbs: The ABC of Happiness

Guys, I had a great weekend. Granted, most of today was spent trying to sleep off the greatness of yesterday, but even a level 7 hangover can’t dampen my spirits. Unless I puke on it (and I didn’t, hurrah for me!).

My good friends May and Cam hosted an Arty Party on Saturday as a belated housewarming. Our gorgeous hosts supplied the canvasses, oil and acrylic paints (some salvaged from Cam’s bludging fine arts days in uni) and paintbrushes while everyone else brought with them alcohol and imagination. Everyone really got into it – the room was silent as creative juices churned from brain to paper, broken only by the occasional “Who’s got the Burnt Umber?”

Of course, creativity has to be well-fed. May’s mum generously contributed baked goods for us starving artists:

Best apple pie ever, fat with chunks of spiced apple and sultanas. May said that her mum only learned how to bake recently. “Unpossible!” I said through a giant mouthful pie, clumsily spraying bits of buttery flaky crust everywhere.

May’s mum also made a zingy, creamy lemon tart. May served it with some lemon sorbet.

I’m a bit hesitant about putting everyone’s art up because I forgot to ask if it’s OK, but here’s my finished masterpiece:

Here’s my incentive to finish the painting on the day:

Orange cupcake, baked by May’s mum and lovingly decorated by May and Cam. Finish a painting, get a cupcake. Shakespeare got to get paid, son.

I don’t know about you, but a day of painting and eating baked treats always makes me hungry for savoury carbs. Cel, one of the stragglers left at Cam & May’s suggested that we eat at Pastizzi Cafe. Pastizzi Cafe is another one of those Newtown institutions that’s been there for years and years. It’s a Maltese cafe that specialises in, uh, pastizzis – fat little pastry pockets traditionally filled with ricotta or peas.

Pastizzi Cafe is usually packed – but we lucked out (on a Saturday night, no less) as they’ve just opened a brand new extension at the back of the restaurant. You get to it via a treacherous alleyway on the side of the building, but the rewards are worth the journey (and slightly distressing smell of the back room).

Our very friendly waiter brought out a selection of 12 pastizzis as a starter for six of us. From memory, the pastizzis we had were ricotta, salmon and dill, curried beef, spinach and feta, seafood and… a random meat one.

These were served with a rich tomato sauce on the side. I had one of the meat ones and the salmon and dill. They were perfect – the filling was nice and moist with a perfectly crunchy outer pastry. Look I’m not gonna mince words here – they were greasy, but it’s the delicious kind of greasy. They’re also v filling so I wouldn’t recommend getting more than one as a starter if you’re getting pasta as your main. This is why:

Good god it’s the size of a schoolboy’s head. I’m trying to stay classy here so I won’t make any ball jokes. I had the spaghetti with beef/pork meatballs and only managed two thirds of it, and even then I really had wayyy too much. It’s one of those situations, you know, when the food is so good that your mouth wants more even though your stomach is at the point of bursting.

My SO had the only non-pasta dish at the table because he’s a rebel like that. This was lamb cutlets in lemon and garlic sauce. The lamb cutlets were slightly overcooked for his liking, but the sauce was delicious and again, the serving was ridiculously big.

This is the only other picture of a main dish I took that night, purely because I had to get stuck into the task of eating my food. I think this was the penne margherita – it has a vodka-based pink sauce. It was a bit sweet for me – I think I prefer to just have the pink sauce and a thing (pint glass?) of vodka on the side.

And because I’m a glutton for punishment, I let Cam talk me into getting a chocolate pastizzi for dessert (I split it with May so the calories don’t count). I wasn’t actually a massive fan of it – the chocolate and ricotta filling made the pastry twice as greasy and a bit soggy. My SO ordered the vanilla panna cotta with raspberry sauce, which I absolutely loved.

I’m not an expert on panna cotta or anything so I don’t know if it’s got the right amount of wobble or whatever, but what I do know is that I ended up stealing a third of it from my SO. He’s going to read that and say, “yeah but you always steal a third of my food ANYWAY” and I’ll be all like, “I HATE YOU can I have some of whatever it is you’re eating?”

Pastizzi Cafe
523 King St., Newtown
(02) 9519 1063

At this point I’m sure a bunch of you are all like “Wtf is this entry not finished yet?” but I swear it’s worth your time!

After dinner, we decided to go to The Moose for cocktails. We’ve gone past it before and thought it looked like a pretty cool place but we’ve never actually ducked in until tonight. I’m so glad we did.

Don’t let my shit photography deter you from coming here! The Moose is a laid back, quiet cafe that transforms into a cocktail/tapas place at night. It’s hip without being hipster and swanky without being wanky. It’s definitely not a place to be seen or to pick up – it’s a great place to chill out and enjoy the company of friends.

The person who took our orders is a lovely Canadian lady who I had a nice chat with about Canadian booze. She said that they make great Long Island iced teas because it’s the bartender’s favourite drink. Fuck yeah! The bartender is an Irish dude who took the opportunity of the lull in orders to take photos of his cocktails as he made them – we love you man.

The cocktails were, by the way, delicious. Also, as if I can’t love them any more, they had to make moose-related puns in their cocktail list – be still my beating heart! I had the espresso martini and “saketini”. I’d tell you what was in them but I was kind of tanked already and they don’t have a website. That’s OK though – I’ll definitely come back for more. For research purposes, of course.

The Moose
530 King St., Newtown
(02) 9557 0072


8 Responses to “Art, Booze and Carbs: The ABC of Happiness”
  1. That apple pie looks appleicious! hehe… I want the recipe.

  2. ahaaha I like your painting, am rooting for the octopus

    and did you get a haircut or something?

  3. the only thing missing from newtown now is a dingy karaoke joint. then i’ll never have to go to city again! not sure if you need the A for Art in the ABC of happiness but yesterday was definitely FUN! thanks for making it a hit you guys, too bad pimento couldn’t come. oh btw, am having his cupcake now.. =P

  4. yeah you always steal a third of my food ANYWAY….. At least this time I got to have first bite!

  5. I want those balls! And the pastizzi because I still haven’t managed to drag my arse out there to eat =p

  6. I HATE it when someone hogs the Burnt Umber. No, Burnt Sienna will not do, gosh!

    They say a perfect panna cotta should either wobble like a woman’s breasts, or like a 17th century courtesan’s inner thigh, so you just need to compare it to either of those to test it, depending on whichever you happen to have handy at the time.

  7. an arty party – what a great idea :O)

Leave a Reply to grace Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>