Cookie Time!

You know when you’re on holiday and you come across a place you wish was in your neighborhood? Then you think about it a little more and you become thankful that you don’t have it at home because it may or may not become the reason for your obesity.

Well maybe you don’t, but that’s what Cookie Time is for me. If Cookie Time was in my neighborhood I would absolutely, without a doubt go in everyday and order a Hot Chocolate Chip Cookie. As Charlie Brown said, “You’ll never convince me there is more to life than Chocolate Chip Cookies”.

These cookies come out of the oven and straight into my mouth. The staff seemed to be making them every 10 minutes. It never bothered them if we decided to wait for the next batch either.

One cookie is $2.50 New Zealand dollars which isn’t bad at all. But they have an amazing thing called Happy Hour. Yes, Happy Hour for cookies! Buy one get one free! What! (I’m sorry The exclamation marks are out of my control!)

I’m not saying you should fly half way around the world to New Zealand for a cookie, but if you happen to stumble upon Queenstown, New Zealand, as many of us do, go to Cookie Time. Sit at the beautiful park on Camp Street and enjoy the Cookie Happy Hour with a friend. Or enemy. I’m positive anyone will enjoy.

Fun fact: Cookie Time held the record of World’s Biggest Cookie for 12 years! The cookie covered an area 487.15 square metres, and contained 24,000 eggs. Impressive! Oh, no the exclamation marks are coming back.

Marmalade and Soul Part Deux

If you’ve read this blog before you know that I am in deep breakfast love a beautiful cafe in Melbourne, Australia called Marmalade and Soul.

I went back. By myself. I couldn’t help it. I was craving a homey atmosphere and a good looking plate of food.

I got there early and ready to eat. When I requested to sit in the back room, the waitress asked me if I was sure, twice. It may not be next to the open kitchen,but it was completely empty at the time and is decorated by a chandelier made out of wooden spoons.  I ordered a strong cappuccino and read a chapter of “Starter for Ten” by David Nichols*. I didn’t even look at menu, I just sat back, relaxed and got excited for what was to come.

I waved off the waiters three times before deciding it was time to order. Feeling a bit adventurous I ordered the poached beaten eggs in goats cheese sauce, olive oil, and toast. I couldn’t picture what it would even look like, but I took a chance. I was in the mood for eggs and I love goat cheese. It was a no brainer.

Beautiful, isn’t it? I didn’t start eating for ages. I anticipated you wanting to see a close up shot so there it is. The detail in this plate is what gets me most. There were tiny flowers that I didn’t want to eat, I felt bad. The thought of ruining this masterpiece by eating it was unnerving, but someone had to do it.

I can’t pin point the exact reason, but Marmalade and Soul not only delicious, it also helps to cure my homesickness.

I have yet to visit for lunch or dinner because it’s a bit more expensive than I’d like it to be. Priorities.

* I read three books by David Nichols this year and loved them all. If you know any authors with the same style let me know.

Disc Golf in New Zealand

There once was a very underrated sport called Disc Golf.

I’ve only played twice, both in New Zealand, a day apart from each other. I’ve been looking for courses to play on since that day, but no one seems to take Disc Golf as seriously as the Kiwis.

I think this is wrong. If there is a social sport better than this one I’ve never heard of it. Disc Golf doesn’t take as long as golf, isn’t as tiring as basketball and is more beautifully set than any other sport.

I would vouch for it being the perfect activity for a date, after lunch or before dinner with friends! Where have all the Disc Golf courses gone?

Marmalade and Soul

I thought that I had already found my favorite breakfast place in Melbourne, Australia. Ladies and gentlemen, I am writing today to assure you that I was wrong. Marmalade and Soul now has that special place in my heart.

I’m not sure if it was the atmosphere, the delicious food, the simple decor, or the fact I couldn’t stop wishing my family was in Australia to try it. I want them to fly from Florida to Melbourne just so I can treat them to Marmalade and Soul – I’d even be willing to pay. Maybe.

My boyfriend, Jack, and I ordered all our meals from the Specials board, but I already  know what I’ll get from the regular menu next time we go back.

First, let me talk about the decor. Exposed brick and white walls is about all a girl who has lived in New York can ask for. Then on top of that, they had about every kitchen decoration I have always wanted from Anthropologie, combined with cutlery and baskets filled with fresh fruit and vegetables straight out of a  Williams Sonova catalogue. The kitchen is clean, lovely, organized and most importantly open for all to see, which means I got to creepily watch the chefs as they assembled my meal to be. There is nothing I like more than watching people make food, well, other than eating the food they make. I felt at home. I wanted to run behind the kitchen counter and offer my help, but I know that would be considered rude and a little annoying.

Second, the atmosphere. We originally wanted to sit outside, but the place was packed when we got there and we had no choice.  That was a good thing in the end. I don’t think the staff at any other cafe have ever been as excited to see my face – something which I selfishly relish in every once in a while. Everyone eating looked so happy to be there. Sitting by the cashier gave us the perfect location to witness customer’s comments as they were leaving: “That was SO great”, “We are definitely coming again”, “Everything was PERFECT”, and the list goes on. The only thing that confused me a bit (I hate even bringing this up) is that I had no idea who our waiter was. We had about four, all very helpful and friendly, but we never knew who to signal for.

Three, the food! I’m not the type to just pick a meal and go for it. I’m the person that picks about three dishes then asks the waitress for help. Our waitress (the one I think was ours) described each plate I asked about as “so beautiful”, but said each is so different that it’s up to me.

I ended up ordering the Ricotta Hot Cakes with Banana and Honey Butter. After my first bite, I couldn’t help but feel butterflies as I was putting together each bite. A little bit of hot cake, with a some warn Banana and then I’d drag it across the honey butter sauce left over on the plate. It’s too good of a way to start your day. My boyfriend got the Granola, Yogurt and Fruit a long with the Peanut Butter Pop Tart. I didn’t try the Granola but oh boy, did I get to enjoy the pop tart. Contrary to, what must be, popular belief it wasn’t a like toasted pop tart from your local grocery store. It was a tall tower of deliciousness. It came with a side of strawberry  jam which I poured on every bite. Who would have thought jam and peanut butter were such a winning combination.

I must admit prices are a little higher than I was hoping for but sometimes a girl has just got to treat herself.