Dessert at Customs House

Turns out, turns out, that the platter, be it cheese or desert, is remarkably good value, being split between three or four, and would perhaps satisfy five (as a post-dinner of course). Me, I prefer my main meal to be satisfying or cheap: Bill and Toni’s or Tropicana as a preference. Byron would prefer something ‘nicer’, but I would disagree, although I also argued about expensive cars (and their undesireability) with K, so I think the disagreement is deeper than mere pasta. Something that feels like you’ve swallowed a boot, but a good, wholesome boot. It was cold, but my companions did not believe so. They said it was only so by the water. Turns out all of Sydney is by the water, idiots. I have to be all Hannibal Lecter with my scarf, it’s chilly.