My day started with Game 2 of MLB’s Opening Series at the Sydney Cricket Ground. I’ve already written a long/separate blog entry about that, which you can read here.
After the game, I joined Ray and his family for a fancy buffet dinner in a revolving restaurant at the top of Sydney Tower. This is what it looked like from street level:
Here’s what the interior of the restaurant looked like . . .
. . . and this was the view:
Sydney Tower is 309 meters (1,014 feet) tall, so it figures that the view would be spectacular. And by the way, in the photo above, you can see the Sydney Cricket Ground. It’s the biggest, brightest spot far off in the distance.
The food was very good, but rather than showing you everything I ate, I’ll just share a few photos of the more unusual items.
Wanna guess what this was?
Here’s the answer:
Yum! Kangaroo rump! My favorite!
This was the second time I ate kangaroo on this trip (Remember the first?) and it was pretty good. Not great. You know . . . whatever.
Here are two other things I ate:
As you can see on the little food signs that I’ve photoshopped in there, the orange stuff is crocodile, and the brown stuff is buffalo.
Here’s some proof that I actually ate these things — a bite of kangaroo on the left and a mouthful of crocodile on the right:
The crocodile tasted like tangy, spicy seafood, and it had the consistency of a sausage. Again, it wasn’t great. It wasn’t bad. It just . . . was.
Still, I needed to get rid of all that weird meat flavor, and obviously the best way to do it was with a bunch of desserts:
Yes, I ate all of those. And then I went back for more. (The key to a successful dessert run at a buffet is to grab a dinner-sized plate *before* you reach the dessert area, where there are usually smaller plates.)
Here’s another photo of the view, but since the restaurant was turning (very slowly), it was a different view from before:
Here’s a group photo that was taken during dessert . . .
. . . and here’s one final shot of me in the restaurant:
That’s it for Day 5 — baseball and a buffet with great friends. It doesn’t get much better than that.