Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Beautiful Bistro

I recently stumbled across the most delightful, welcoming and (I can't believe I'm saying this) reasonably priced French bistro in New Farm. A hole-in-the-wall establishment on Methyr Road, the provincial-style Bistro Arlette, with its hardwood floors, secluded courtyard and twinkling fairylights proved the perfect venue to spend a languid Saturday eve.

From start to finish, our experience was near faultless. The waitstaff were cheerful and knowledgeable, the décor was divine and the food was delicious and delivered in a timely manner (despite the restaurant being full to the brim).

Just as a side note for future diners: the restaurant is BYO, so be sure to bring a delightful tipple or two to accompany the gastronomic delights that await you.

Warranting particular mention was the escargot, topped with a delightful puff pastry to soak with the decadent garlic butter sauce. The duck a l'orange was perfectly sweet and the house-made profiteroles, with their light-as-air choux pastry and silky Chantilly cream was as good as one would expect to dine on in Paris.

The one minor let down was the presentation of the food, which was merely placed on the plate, without any pomp and ceremony. However, it is possible that this is a conscious decision of the restaurant, to remain true to the traditionally fuss-free, provincial style of dining.

The frontage of Bistro Arlette

The delightful rosé we indulged in with dinner

Escargot in herb and garlic butter with topped with pastry

Traditional Cassoulet


Profiteroles with warm chocolate sauce

All in all, this is a true hidden gem which made for a delightful evening.

Bon appétit!Xx


Monday, April 22, 2013

Susan Patton: Anti-Feminist or Purveyor of Motherly Advice?

Recently, I have been mulling over Susan's Patton's letter to the Editor of the Daily Princetonian. For those  who have thus far managed to escape reading it, in her correspondence, Patton implores the bright, young women of Princeton to pay attention not only to their studies, but to honing in on a life partner.

Feminists and young women everywhere have expressed their outrage at her remarks. She has been lambasted for debasing women and being completely out of touch. Many have equated her remarks to suggesting future happiness is dependent on your relationship status and accused her of urging women to place more value on marriage than achievement and personal growth.

However, this grossly misinterprets Patton's remarks, which are much more about urging women to find a soulmate, someone who is their intellectual match. It therefore stands to reason that, when you are the cream of the crop (as all Princetonites are), a vast majority of men feel threatened by your skills and abilities, and to find someone compatible requires reaching to the upper echelons of society. Maybe somewhere like, I don't know, an Ivy League University?

Still don't believe me? Have a look at some of Patton's comments, below. Do they sound like those of an antiquated anti-feminist, or simply an alum urging the girls of today not to sell themselves short?

"Smart women can’t (shouldn’t) marry men who aren’t at least their intellectual equal. As Princeton women, we have almost priced ourselves out of the market. Simply put, there is a very limited population of men who are as smart or smarter than we are. And I say again — you will never again be surrounded by this concentration of men who are worthy of you."

Surely Patton's sentiments simply mirror what the parents of young girls have been telling them their whole lives: don't sell yourself short.

Since reading Patton's comments, I've come across many pieces written in response. Most interesting was the New York Times Op-Ed by Ross Douthat. Douthat attempts to reduce Patton's remarks to a diatribe on class, when it couldn't be further from the truth. On a base level, Patton never once mentions class, money or status, simply intellect.But look deeper and her remarks ring true to all higher learning institutions, irrespective of class or socio-economic status.

But class analysis aside, I believe the real reason women have railed against Patton's comments so strongly is that she dares to profess that women need partners. Ever since the 1970s, women have been told they can do anything, which is true. But as we have focused on obtaining degrees, climbing the corporate ladder, mastering several languages and travelling the world, we have come to believe that there is something inherently 'anti-feminist' about actively seeking a partner. That looking for a man to share our lives and futures with is akin to admitting that we, on our own, are not enough. That we are not complete without another. Most of us take for granted that, eventually, we will serendipituously meet the man of our dreams, be swept off our feet and live happily ever after. But focusing on finding a partner is considered taboo.

Needless to say, I don't resent Patton or view her comments as offensive. I know many will beg to differ, but in closing, I leave you with this thought: serendipity is all dependent on being in the right place at the right time. What better place/ time than when you're surrounded by like-minded, driven, successful people? And no one's expecting you to put a ring on it at 22; but can a step in the right direction really hurt?

Kat xx

Ps. Want to read more? Take a look at Dr Lesley Bell's response to Patton's comments in Psychology Today

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Philippino Beauty

When asked to provide the name of a picturesque locale, the Philippines is seldom the initial response.

While I freely admit that the nation's capital, Manila, filled with decaying buildings left over from the Marcos regime encircled by slums is not exactly picturesque, beauty can be found in the lapping waters in Manila Bay and the cheerful (if slightly gaudy) Jeepneys.

But it is away from this metropolis that the country really shines. In the rugged provincial towns and minuscule white sands islands.

Still not convinced? Take a peak at some of the pristine shots I collected on a past visit.

Kat xx

View from our Manila hotel room

A colourful Jeepney

Sunset over Manila Bay

Western advertising welcomes visitors to the tiny island of Boracay

 Glorious white sand beaches on Boracay island


Steps to Crystal Cove, Boracay

 
A storm rolling in over the mountains, Boracay 






Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Omigod you guys!

I recently had the pleasure of kicking up my heels and going to see, Legally Blonde- The Musical. Actually, in the interest of full disclosure, I had already seen the show. Such is my passion for all things pink and fluffy, I ventured down to Sydney late last year, as I couldn't bear to wait any longer to see Elle Woods live on stage!

But back to my recent viewing in Brisbane. On this occasion, my sisters (used in the Delta Nu sense) and I indulged in some decadent pre-show dining at the acclaimed Lyrebird, QPAC's acclaimed a la carte restaurant.

While the décor was not to my taste (it was rather in keeping with the Brutalist architectural style of the building, of which I'm not a fan), the food and service were faultless.

All the food delivered to our table looked sublime, however special mention must go to the crab linguine with chilli, rocket, lemon and garlic. The perfect combination of the bitterness of the rocket with the slight sweetness of the crab amplified the flavours of both the chilli and garlic, making for a delightful dish that danced on the palette.

The house-made ice cream was also a standout. $12.50 gets you three generous scoops in the flavours of the day, in this case strawberry, cappuccino and raspberry and white chocolate. All were delightfully decadent and incredibly mouth-watering.


Chandon pinot noir rosé 2010

 Classic baked New York cheesecake with peppered 
strawberries


 Selection of house made ice cream

And so to the show. All froth and bubble (much like the delicious rosé we downed with dinner), the show is flashy, funny and more than a little gauche. Fortunately for devotees of the original film, the plot proves far enough removed to prevent you from constantly comparing the two.

The musical score is truly delightful and I can all but guarantee you'll be humming the tune of the title track, "Omigod you guys", for weeks!

On the night we attended, one of the understudies filled the role of Elle. While she missed the extra zing brought to the stage by Lucy Durack (in my mind, the ONLY true Elle, who I saw play the part in Sydney), she delivered a solid, quality performance.

Special mention must also go to Cameron Daddo, a silver fox to rival George Clooney, and the dogs, who definitely steal the show!
Program and gorgeous frozen Cosmopolitan

Overall, the show deserves some serious snaps! Definitely one to see!

Kat xx