My esteemed friend and Hatstander in good hat-standing, Toon, delighted me this morning by revealing some of the childhood gastronomic favourites of Australia had found their way into the artisanal boutique wankery that is the Mount Lawley foodie scene.
Mount Lawley, to almost every single last one of you who doesn’t know, is a northern suburb of Perth, Western Australia. Even when I left the country in 2000 it was a known enclave of protohipsters, and this news has forever locked my opinion of the place in stone.
I mean … polony and sauce, it can’t by definition be fancy lunch meat and tomato relish. Damper has been an overpriced hipster and boomer treat since at least the ’90s, but it’s fucking campfire bread.
And to make it worse, now I’m hungry.
Edpool had a brief rant about this inevitable stop along the train line to cuisinal gentrification, but had to conclude it was inevitable, and nothing if not original.
Although if the Ozzy Man wants to have a yell about it, that would be funny.
You have to be careful, shouting about things on the Internet. If I had several million times the online influence, this might be seen as an attack on the restaurant owners. As it is, I like to think I’ve really just convinced Toon she needs to go to this place and waste (this is my official guess) $18 on a polony and sauce sanger.
I hope they have fairy bread for sweets. I’m going to get myself some lunch.