|An old West End house transformed into a coffee shop|
|'Grown' plant based restaurant at 21 Buchanan St|
|Looking across the road from 21 to |
where number 8 used to be in the past
Welcome to Country Under a Desert Sky?
|Marcia Langton being interviewed on the |
RN 'Big Ideas' show at the Greek Club
And in this latest magazine was an article titled 'Viva las Vegans' reviewing three Vegan restaurants in each of the Australian state capitals of Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne.
What caught my eye was the Brisbane restaurant named 'Grown' at an address that was familiar to my memory, although the restaurant was not part of those old memories.
The memory of the street where the restaurant is now was way different in my mind, because those memories were from my childhood of when my Nan's house was on the corner at number 8.
|The street as it looks today full of high rise buildings|
|$1 to park to 4:24pm?|
The last time I visited this street was the day I had eaten a plate of snails-
What's Up at #42?
But now I was on a vegetarian diet.
My how time does change?
|Half of 42 is 21, 4 what it's worth, 2:-)|
It's all metered parking now up that street, so I threw a $1 coin into the meter to see what time that would take me to and the meter told me that my car had the right to park there until 4:24pm.
That took me by surprise as that was the number of the yellow taxi that my father owned and drove and this was his old childhood street that he grew up in.
|'Grown' plant based restaurant 21 Buchanan St|
Things had sure changed a lot since I used to throw a fishing line in from this riverbank.
And it was probably the last spot that I ever fished in, too.
Not that there was anything worth catching from that river that was edible.
Most of the fish I caught were catfish that I would throw back in the river.
And I never remembered seeing any sand here.
It was just thick dark river mud at low tide back in my day.
That sign probably explains a lot about my poor fishing catches around these parts of the river in my youth and how lucky I was not to take home any "edible" fish for my family to eat.
There is even a fenced dog park along the riverbank now with four trees just like the one my dad's ashes are scattered under back at the old family home that we no longer own.
You could say it was a walk down a memory lane for me that I don't remember much of anymore.
And the next time I come back and walk along the riverbank there will be even more buildings that I don't remember being there by the looks of it.
After my walk through childhood's fading memories I decided to head back into West End and check out another vegan restaurant named in that GQ magazine ...'VegeRama'.
I would have loved to have checked out this coffee shop called
'Who Shot the Barista' , but it was closed for the day when I walked past it.
When I got to 'VegeRama' I was told that they weren't open for dinner until 5pm, so I headed back along the street to the
'Grill'd' hamburger joint where I saw a billboard advertising a vegan cheeseburger.
|The 'Grill'd' vegan cheeseburger with fries|
So I did a U-turn and was relieved to have gotten the spot.
I was about to hop out of my car until I looked up to read the number-plate of the car parked in front of me with the numbers of 424 ... my dad's old cab number.
So I just had to snap a photo of that number-plate.
It was a weird trip through the memories of my mind in my dad's old neighbourhood and with a few spooky "coincidences" to help me remember.