In Melbourne again… and what better comfort food than katsudon?
Couple that with a few slugs of hot sake (kampai!!) and any remaining stresses of the day are gone.
Even with all this “fun” though, I am missing my girls. They’d love this place: activity, noise, and the bright orange dyed hair of the proprietor.
And later, at the legendary International Cakes, they’d have liked it even more: hot chocolate and a piece of baklava.
End of another day…