You’d be forgiven for thinking designer Mike Delany dropped a tab of acid before choosing this riotous colour scheme. It’s alarming, that is until a few Panamargaritas ($17) get your lips tingling with jalapeno, aloe drink, agave and tequila, and ease you into the swing of things.
I know Bridesmaids gave all-you-can-eat Brazilian a bad name, but Sydneysiders have clearly moved on, because this joint was pumping on a cold Friday night. The bright murals and good-looking Brazilian staff are both eye-catching in their own right; and at $44 for unlimited meat, you can’t beat the price.
The Fat Food Critic & Matters of Taste
When you’re a fat, 36 year old food critic, and a lime green hoon car pulls level with the window of your little, red Honda Jazz, smiling briefly before staring straight ahead and going about the business of turning the corner quickly, is actually a pretty reasonable response. After all, you might take the girl out of Bankstown, but you can’t take Bankstown out of the girl!