I feel a bit wrong writing about this. I feel I should keep this as a secret. But I’m letting loose.
I’m going to let you in about one of my favourite places in the world.
A picture tells a thousand words, and this thumbnail from a time when the resolution on camera phones was tiny captures my sentiments. What follows is a bit of an ode to the private dining rooms at Sydney’s Cafe Sopra. And it’s the sort of place that causes me to make pink wine addled faces like this;
That’s me, five years ago, laughing uproariously at something my rather brilliant big sister has just said. She’s just out …
