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    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to ALL on Monday, November 19, 2018 12:45:18
    Next morning I got up early to see Lilli off at the airport. As
    in more civilized countries one doesn't have to be flying to get
    to the gates, I breakfasted with her (hot chocolate for me) and
    then when her flight came due abandoned her to her fate and used
    the free wi-fi for a while.

    Back to the bus stop and to meet Glen for a jaunt back into town
    and lunch with Leonore Scott (also a former member of the echo).
    She had a fistful of coupons, and while walking down Rundle Mall
    we chose one for 20% of the food bill at the cheekily named
    Schnithouse, which specializes in sort of pan-European fried grub
    and beer.

    Glen had the only schnitzel among us - he ordered the "totally
    vegged" one, and the unobvious question came up, what kind of meat
    would he like - chicken, eggplant, pork (+2) barramundi (+2) or
    beef (+3). He went with the purist choice, a veggie totally vegged
    - it was excellent in every way, the large eggplant slice done
    crispy outside and melting inside, the tomato, onion, peppers,
    and mushroom topping surprisingly delicious.

    Leonore's seafood basket was enormous to the point that I wondered
    if they'd given her the $25 dinner portion - carefully fried fresh
    barra (terrific), squid (I didn't get to taste, because she hoarded
    it all for herself), and prawns (previously frozen but good). The
    chips were truly superb. When the bill came, it was charged at the
    $10 lunch rate, whether the portion was that or not.

    Blue swimmer crab and prawn risotto in a rose sauce is a strange
    dish for a schnitzel house, but as one notes, I frequently went
    for seafood on this trip. This was pretty good risotto in that
    Australian weirdness, which is essentially boiled down cream with
    tomato puree or sauce stirred in. Some shreds of very nice crab
    to lend verisimilitude and a lot of disappointingly mushy prawns.
    It must have been a kilo serving; half went back for the household.

    Leonore had the house Sauvignon Blanc, undistinguished in every
    way; Glen's red was The Footbolt Shiraz, which, as it cost a buck
    more than the house stuff, had been open a while and had begun to
    oxidize a bit. I had a Little Creatures Bright Ale, very floral,
    which wasn't really to my taste.

    As it was early, we repaired to Leonore's new place for afternoon
    tea. which was Golden Oak medium red wine, somewhat nasty, and
    Eaglehawk Shiraz 17 (a Wolf Blass budget product), okay.

    =

    Thursday was the day Kevin could get away from his grueling
    schedule of physical therapists and social workers, so that meant
    the unveiling of the Ray Ward Gateway Cellar Special Shiraz 1999.
    The previous year's had been a bigger wine and would have lasted
    better, but one gets what one can. Taking Lilli's place was the
    equally charming Leonore, whom Kevin tolerates well despite his
    general misanthropy (and especially misogyny, the B word being
    his favorite opprobrious epithet for men and women alike).

    In addition to the spag Bol, which I'd made to go with the wine
    and which was very flavorsome, fairly delicious, and somewhat
    underfatted, I made middle-eastern style kofte with a bit of
    cumin and a little heat, and Szechwan-style beef with carrots
    with minimal heat. For those who needed greens, I braised cabbage
    and onions with tomato, the green beans not looking very good at
    the market. I liked it all pretty well (if I didn't, who would?)
    and thought the menu a good match with the Ray Ward, which showed
    a bit doddery and overage though very drinkable, the remains of a
    fine wine. There had been a bit of anxiety when the cork crumbled
    rather than being drawn out in civilized fashion, which led Kevin
    to disquisit on the sourcing of that material and how Ray should
    not have cheaped out on this vital ingredient.

    Leonore brought her famous chocolate cake, which she defied us to
    identify the secret ingredient (it was beets) and which was moist
    and chocolatey and went well with the Bird in Hand sparkling Pinot
    Noir 2018 (Adelaide Hills); this despite its label was a paleish
    wine with a lot of Muscat in it.

    After the lady had made her escape, Glen pulled out another cask
    of I think De Bortoli this time to have Kevin finish off, or to
    finish off Kevin.
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