Really. It was delicious. Anything is delicious when it is fried. Like tarantula. But this was really good.
The Kiwi and I live down the street from a game restaurant called Cazador, one of the top 50 restaurants in Auckland. I’ve passed by a few times when the place had its chalkboard sign out advertising its cozy bar, NZ beer on tap and happy hour.
I like three out of three things there, and so does the Kiwi. And two sets of people have provided good reviews; one of which drives in from the North Shore [aka driving across town] to visit.
We went in on a Saturday night for cozy bar, beer and mulled wine that was fruity without being too sweet. This is when I realized mulled wine doesn’t need cups of sugar, as if I was making sweet tea. Oops. Apologies for anyone who’s had my hot mulled sugar wine.
We walked out post-drinks with all sorts of game in our bellies. Take a look at this platter here.
We got (clockwise from top left):
-Hummus and babaghanoosh with assorted breads
-Wild boar terrine with mustard and pickles
-Fried lamb tongues. I swear, these were delicious with the sauce that tasted like mozzarella stick dipping sauce.
-In the middle, chicken hearts with bacon and parsley.
I reached my personal threshold on pate and chicken hearts – nice, but not for me. No fault of the restaurant’s – the entire platter was returned empty.
This little neighborhood spot, which is actually a destination restaurant, makes evident to me how there are little gems in any suburb in Auckland. Which means any time you go out and explore, you can find something that makes that suburb a destination.
Mmm. Lamb tongue. Carnivores, would you eat lamb tongue? Tell me in the comments.
On my walk home this past Tuesday, an Auckland Transport employee asked me if I could answer a few questions about a newish project. He asked me what do I think new red lines like these mean:
Now, I don’t drive in Auckland. Yet. But I have driven, not in New Zealand, but in DC and in New York, so I should be able to earn my Girl Scout badge in defensive driving, with some demerits for cursing under and over my breath. Maybe I’m better at driving defensively.
Red usually means stop or slow down. In an afterthought, yellow or white may be interpreted as slow down as well. Three wide lines make the point that something is coming. So my guess was: Slow down before you get on this really busy road in and out of the city.
The nice AT guy told me the lines are intended for drivers turning off from the main artery into a residential zone, to get them to slow down.
AT is calling these lines the “threshold treatment,” signaling to drivers that they’re no longer in the fast-paced commercial zone they just zoomed down. It’s part of a wider effort to institute a “Residential Quiet Zone” in the neighborhood, aimed to prevent drivers from speeding through side streets.
The meaning of those red lines wasn’t intuitive to me, but I’m just a person and a migrant. He asked if there is something that could be done to improve how the lines are supposed to get the message across to drivers. I suggested using a different color or painting a word down. But I also added the caveat that I just moved here, I don’t drive yet and I certainly do not have a degree in engineering.
The guy was gracious for the input anyway. I went off on my day, wondering how the hell I’m going to get acquainted with New Zealand driving laws. Driving school, that’s how. I think I will need my head reprogrammed in order to drive on the left and interpret the rules.
Would you have thought “slow down driver” if you saw red lines like these? Tell me in the comments.