Feeding interstate

Back in Melbourne and it's fridge scraps and frozen food for me. Here's a look at some brighter days from my holiday in Brisbane:
Okinomiyaki by Lena and rice pockets by Alex;

If human blood tasted like this cold-pressed coffee from Black Star cafe in West End I would totally become a creature of the night (hint: it's a little like melted ice-cream, a lot like happiness).

What would a trip to Brisbane be without the traditional stomach-punish at Kuan Yin in the Valley? 'Beef' rib soup, 'chicken' drumsticks, fried 'calamari', and Taiwanese crispy 'chicken' with rice. Sadly one of the meals (not pictured) came with weevils in it, but the staff were super apologetic and comped us two meals.

My last stop was City Wok. In the city. I finally found the amazing dish I had the first time I was there: dry noodle wanton something something. Lena's Singapore noodles were pretty good too.