Ghetto Eats
For anyone born and raised in Brisbane, the name 'Inala' brings to mind a certain kind of image. It's akin to blonde jokes, ribbing Tasmania... or for the Frenchies serving it to their poor cousin Belgium. In another word, it is known as the ass of Brisbane. So when Anna and myself arrived at the Civic Centre last night at seventeen hundred hours, we weren't surprised to pass the community of housing, centrelink, and hop out of the car realising that we were the only white people in the general vicinity. Quite literally I could have been in another country at that very moment, with old Chinese men crowding the benches in the center to play checkers. However one of the advantages of this area is the cheap food and I must admit that I did feast on very delicious Pho ("fer") and of course Vietnamese spring rolls and prawn infused sugar cane at this place:
Tri being the gracious host of course would not let us leave without seeing the sights of his locale which included the parole office conveniently located right behind the restaurant itself. After doing your banking you can just check in with your officer and be on your merry way. Very handy!
If you are bored right now click here. This is the first image that comes up when you type in 'Inala' to the Google image search. Fitting right? Thanks for a great dinner Tri!
posted by Jess @ 9:38 AM
2 Comments:
ha ha, oi... where you with us that time in Frankfurt when we all lined up at the German/Frankfurt Centrelink/dole office thinking it was some awesome place everyone was queuing to get into? Good times... good times.
Hahahah... most definatly! I remember we saw a bunch of ppl outside some place and thought... hey so many ppl must be onto something... they sure were... they were onto their paypacket! Hahahaha... Oh and of course we can't forget the Algerian guy... 'Sing your national anthem! Sing your national anthem!'
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