Cafe 2000

I have a roommate! Stella's cousin, J, from Taiwan is staying with us, in my room, for the time being until she finds a room for herself. Now, I can say I have truly experienced room-sharing with a complete stranger. haha. Quite entertaining. We talked to sleep, I French-plaited her hair, she offered me Taiwan health food, I put on facial mask in front of her. We don't act like strangers at all. haha. And it is such a pleasure to converse in Chinese with a Taiwanese. I laugh most of the time when talking to her. haha.

It's Balmain again! I am hooked to this place. There is something new to discover everytime I go there. But this time, I played safe and went back to cafe 2000 for my second round of Italian flavour.

I missed coke. I've realised I have actually lived without coke for nearly a month. Spaghetti mare & terra (chicken and prawns) and white bait pancakes with aioli. I am falling in love with Italian food. The spaghetti sauce has so much flavour and yet it is so light. It surprised me. I really like it.

Gelato. Freshly made in the cafe. Taste awesome. Full-flavoured, smooth textured, superb eating quality. I chose chocolate and brandy flavours. There is enough brandy in the gelato to make you feel giddy. haha.

Stella, J and I. I am seriously going to hit the gym. No aikido, no kick-boxing. Just pure gym activity. Please spur me on. :D

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Cafe 2000

Yeeha! I feel inspired all of a sudden. I want to:

jog every morning

learn the positions of at least 100 countries on the map

draw flowers and people all day long
learn photoshop for real
make my own dress
master the medicinal properties of herbs and plants
read like crazy
rip pimples off my face

Okay, one at a time. Right now, all I want to do is blog about my exciting Thursday affair in Balmain.

Stella and I alighted at least half a kilometers from Balmain, darling street, just to visit this petshop which we found out to have positively no animals in it. So we left, and walked to Balmain. Good exercise la. Good views too.

Upon reaching, we immediately scouted for food. We walked up and down darling street once through before settling for Italian at Cafe 2000. Very Italian cafe. Chef is Italian, waiter and waitress is Italian, pastry is Italian too. Bon appetito!

Spaghetti Vongole, my choice, was done to perfection. Spaghetti just cooked, vongole fresh, olive oil and chilli flakes not too over-powering, just to my taste. I turn to the waiter to give my compliments, then the chef shouted out: "They didn't cook it. I did!" There you go, Italians.

Stella's roasted quail with grilled vege. Absolutely delish. Quail is not dry, vege is awesomely flavoured.

Dessert part. Italian cake. I can't remember the name but I tell you, this is good. Full of nuts and wholesome sweetness.

Another Italian cake which name I also conveniently forgotten. Thick crusted and dry. Some syrup to go with it would be welcomed. But I like the texture. Rustic.

Latte and mocha for me and Stella. Stella don't really like Italian roast. She thinks they are over-roasted. I can't tell the difference really. haha.

The Italian waiter tells us, "The Italians taught the French how to eat." Which meant that, the Italians are really the best chefs in the world, not the Frenchies. Then he said, "But the Italians are stupid. They let the French take their food." Owells. That is abit of history for you. But you know, I don't really care where the food came from as long as my taste buds likes it. :D

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