Back in the day, my taste buds refused to travel. My world began and ended with Vietnamese and Chinese food, mostly in Cabramatta. If you wanted to eat with me, you were driving to the southwest, no exceptions. I even had friends from the north making pilgrimages just so I could stay in my comfort zone.
Then I met Dave. On our first outing, he convinced me to try sashimi. Raw fish! For someone like me, that was practically bungee jumping. But one bite of silky salmon and suddenly the universe cracked open.
Since being with Dave, lI’ll try almost anything: Spanish, Indian, even fusion experiments that look like art projects. Cabramatta will always be home base, but he’s shown me that the best bites are waiting outside the familiar. And because he’s an overachiever, he hasn’t just taken this little Cabra girl beyond her suburb, he’s whisked me all around the world to Michelin-starred fine dining.
