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Much like the Walrus and the Carpenter, the time has come to talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax
Of cabbages, and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.
Much like the Walrus and the Carpenter, the time has come to talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax
Of cabbages, and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.
To get the context of this worthwhile tradition, we need to go back to its inception.
After a trial separation for the good part of 13 years, an improbable quick chain of seemingly unconnected events, and a good deal of dancing around handbags, on the evening of Wednesday the 10th of March 2010 at 7:30pm in the basement of 61 Flinders Lane Melbourne, at what was then called Cecconis Cantina Restaurant, it all converged and commenced with the eating of a goat. We're now into our 10th year and have seen 2 courtships, 2 weddings, 2 babies, much passing and 3 cats.
Every month (with rare exception) two mates obsessively pursue the new: dining out in Melbourne with all the extras that surround and add to that experience