Qantas QF925, 3-hour Cairns-to-Sydney domestic return flight, economy class. I didn’t realise how greasy my phone camera has become over the trip until I looked at these photos!
The fruit platter I got on my flight to Cairns wasn’t quite a platter for variety. It got better on the return trip with 6 different fruits (black currants, orange slice, pineapple, honeydew, rockmelon, watermelon), but without the whole banana that Qantas fruit platter meals tend to have in my experience.
Normal lunch menu had two options: green curry chicken or Thai beef salad. Richard chose the hot item, which would have been my choice as well had I not signed up for the special meal.
And it was a good choice. The green curry chicken on white rice was also a light meal, but at least it wasn’t dry and looked unappetising like the Thai beef salad with the rice vermicelli.
I was expecting them to hand out a snack as they did on our first flight. It’s Lindor chocolate truffles. I didn’t need the extra sugar, so I donated it to Richard who, since we’re “technically still on holidays”, gladly adopted.
But wait, there’s more! After the chocolates, there’s also ice cream bars! Best economy class domestic flight meal service or what?
The season of overeating is still going strong. As farewell for yet another contractor staff and an opportune end-of-year get-together, the boss took us to Sette Cafe located beneath the Channel 7 building for lunch. (I have a feeling I was very responsible for the venue change instead of our usual Club Redfern visit.)
The cafe has several sections and the menus have pretty much every item you could possibly think of, and more. Coffee? Burgers? Sandwiches made to order? International hot dishes? Sushi? Cakes and muffins? Salads? Yoghurt? Nut pots and other snacks? Sette has it.
Two tried the roasted pumpkin, one with a salad side and the other with chips, but thought the dish could be a bit more exciting than just that big chunk of pumpkin under the sauce. Meanwhile, several other colleagues came back to the table with their burgers on wooden serving boards and really enjoyed their meals.
For a cafe, I suppose the hot food is decent. The staff is also efficient and there are enough tables for big groups and small. I wish it would extend its typical cafe 4 pm closing hour, and the queueing system (or lack thereof) could be messy when the place is packed, but I can’t ask for everything now.
The season of overeating continues! Following our tongue
We got the 2 pm table, but arrived early and were seated at the bar at first. We casually noted that the staff made a distinction between patrons on their first visits and repeats. It was our first, which might have explained our nice table on the side overlooking the busy harbour once the table was ready and we were properly seated.
Full gallery of our cocktails and set menu at Papi Chulo:
We got the set menu for $65 per person. The starters were pea guacamole with tortilla chips, kingfish ceviche tostada, roast cauliflower, smoked hot wings (yum!), and jumbo king prawns. Everything on the set menu was to be shared.
But of course the thing I had been waiting for was the main barbecue platter with lamb ribs, wagyu brisket, pulled pork, and pork belly! My favourite from the platter was the leaner pulled pork shoulder; the rest of the meat literally had more fat than meat on them and was quickly devoured. We ate one bread (meant for the pulled pork) from the platter out of politeness.
It wasn’t over yet; there’s dessert! The warm chocolate chip cookie with butterscotch sauce and vanilla malt ice-cream was too sweet for my liking (I don’t have a sweet tooth), but I quite enjoyed the #Chrishogarth Mango Surprise. I don’t know who #Chrishogarth was and why his parents were cruel enough to put a hash in his name, but the dessert had the perfect mango and coconut flavour combination, and that I approve. I thought it was a bit awkward for the five of us to share four plates of dessert with ice-cream atop, though.
The set menu was good value for $65 a head and allowed us to try a little bit of everything. I’m not desperate for a return, but if artery-clogging super fatty barbecue meat is your thing, I would recommend Papi Chulo.