Yesterday, Saturday, we met up in Sydney with Bec in who had come down from Canberra to pick up Max after we'd looked after him for two weeks of school holidays. We decided to have our evening meal somewhere nice, and Bec remembered an Asian food market in central Sydney recommended to her by a friend and located between the Central railway station and the University of Technology. The decision was the easy bit. Getting there at a distance of perhaps 12 km was rather more difficult.
We decided to take the train rather than drive a car through crowded streets, with very little parking space. Ouch! The trains on the Illawarra line had been suspended because of track-work and replaced by buses. Well, we decided to take the bus, although the journey turned out to be almost twice a long as the train because of things called red traffic lights, not to forget quite a few zig-zags in the route.
Delivered to Central station, we then had to walk a kilometre or so to the market, but once there we realised we'd made an excellent choice. The food was excellent, the choice was massive, and the atmosphere was brilliant with hoards of Asian visitors mingling with locals and sitting at little tables in the open air / under the stars. After sussing out the venue and choices of food on offer we bagged a table - wise as we were early and the venue was soon attracting hoards of people. Max went off a 'Hong Kong' stall and ordered some dumplings; Dot and Bec both ended up choosing Malaysian food, though there was also Thai, Indonesian and Chinese etc. food on offer. And I opted for Japanese food, choosing Salmon Teriyaki and rice. Mine was delicious and the others wolfed down their choices.
I think these photos capture something of the place's atmosphere.
After the main course, we discovered that there was a stall serving desserts and shifted to that site. We each ordered a delicious concoction as shown below - full of calories, but beautifully presented and mouth-watering.
Thereafter we caught the bus home to Rockdale, a ride of perhaps 40 minutes. At least the bus-ride was free and we could reminisce about a splendid meal. Young Max's tastes are altogether more advanced than mine were at the same age, but then he's travelled widely overseas and is raised in a multicultural society unlike conservative post-war Britain some 60 or so years ago!
AS
We decided to take the train rather than drive a car through crowded streets, with very little parking space. Ouch! The trains on the Illawarra line had been suspended because of track-work and replaced by buses. Well, we decided to take the bus, although the journey turned out to be almost twice a long as the train because of things called red traffic lights, not to forget quite a few zig-zags in the route.
Delivered to Central station, we then had to walk a kilometre or so to the market, but once there we realised we'd made an excellent choice. The food was excellent, the choice was massive, and the atmosphere was brilliant with hoards of Asian visitors mingling with locals and sitting at little tables in the open air / under the stars. After sussing out the venue and choices of food on offer we bagged a table - wise as we were early and the venue was soon attracting hoards of people. Max went off a 'Hong Kong' stall and ordered some dumplings; Dot and Bec both ended up choosing Malaysian food, though there was also Thai, Indonesian and Chinese etc. food on offer. And I opted for Japanese food, choosing Salmon Teriyaki and rice. Mine was delicious and the others wolfed down their choices.
I think these photos capture something of the place's atmosphere.
After the main course, we discovered that there was a stall serving desserts and shifted to that site. We each ordered a delicious concoction as shown below - full of calories, but beautifully presented and mouth-watering.
Thereafter we caught the bus home to Rockdale, a ride of perhaps 40 minutes. At least the bus-ride was free and we could reminisce about a splendid meal. Young Max's tastes are altogether more advanced than mine were at the same age, but then he's travelled widely overseas and is raised in a multicultural society unlike conservative post-war Britain some 60 or so years ago!
AS
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