Ben Galt

There I was sitting down to lunch today, minding my own business, enjoying what I thought was a regular old sweet chili noodle meal, when BLAM… There it was, starring me in the face. A well-cooked juicy, fat, marinated fly. I was horrified to say the least!

“That’s pure filth” I said.

I thought to myself “I don’t remember ordering that”. Surely they don’t just throw them in there for extra flavor. I didn’t know what to do. Should I have taken it back to the restaurant and asked for a refund? Should I have contacted some sort of health authority? I probably should’ve done something. However I considered both options and felt they both required a level of effort I couldn’t muster up on such a hot day.

So I took a photo and blogged about it instead.

Now you may want to know which noodle resturant it was, incase your in the mood for noodles one day and want to avoid the creepy crawlies. Well it was the “Sushi & Noodle Bar” just down from the corner of Springvale road and Whitehorse road in Nunawading.

Dine at your own risk my friends!

As another year disappears into the history books, the birth of a fresh one spawns new memories of yet another awesome holiday. This year it was Merimbula, a small beachy town on the far east coast of Australia where the hustle and bustle of festive families were a plenty.

Now I’m not going to bore you with all the minute details of where I went and what I did, however I will share some of them, despite the fact they may seem lame or insignificant.

The first marks a new record for me… The biggest salmon I’ve landed to date. But before you get all excited I can’t tell you how much it actually weighed, though it easily dwarfed all my previous catches. I had a conservative guess at about 1.5kg.

Following the climax of catching that massive salmon was the anti-climax of eating the smallest flake fillet I’ve ever seen. This poor excuse for a fillet was not only small but it was expensive and far from fresh. Not quite what I expected from a supposedly premium coastal Fish and Chip shop. Let it be said though, that I don’t mind paying good money for quality, however sadly, this was far from it. You can see below it more resembles a fish finger than a fillet.

(The Coke bottle is 600ml)

Nevertheless this didn’t hinder my vacation one bit. Nor did getting seasick on a charter boat or breaking a chair leg and falling over like a retard.

Merimbula was a beautiful town filled with friendly locals, plenty to see and do, and was a great place to have a break. However not all credit can be given to the place we stayed as where you go is only a small part of what makes up the total experience, the rest goes to the company. I have to give extra special thanks to Luke, Webley, Ayman, Beth and Orch for making it one to remember.

Cheers guys!