Grill’d

I’ve never been. It just so happened to be my turn to choose where Kirk & I ate on date night. I had been eyeing off this out of the way café, but I decided it could wait after James (my sisters partner) mentioned they went to Grill’d and it was nothing less than epic.

Epic it was. Either I have an exceptionally small bite or their burgers are huge - it was an effort to eat, but nevertheless delicious (I couldn’t finish it all).

Kudos to them for having three different vegetarian burger options. Considering places like McDonalds etc. don’t cater for vegetarians / vegans.

I’ve been a vegetarian for 6? years now. So it’s always lovely to go out and not feel fussy because you only have one thing to choose from.

Because of the ridiculous amount we ate, Kirk & I decided a walk would be good before we got cocktails. We’ve also decided to stop picking places in Southbank to eat – next stop the CBD or West End, maybe.

I will refuse to apologise for the fact I spoke in a French accent / an extremely limited French vocab for the majority of the night – purely because that is the one accent Kirk can’t do. And we were headed to The French Martini.

A friend took me there for coffee a few weeks ago and I fell in love with the vibe, French waiters and interior design.

A little disappointed I couldn’t get the cocktails I wanted because their bar hand wasn’t working - I settled for something different. In this case, different was one drink later and my head was swimming. So The Wheel of Brisbane seemed like a good idea. This was a first for us both. Piece of advice: don’t accidentally start rocking the capsules because you think standing up is a good idea. It’s not.