Shumpty Eats: Amazing Thai at Gaythorne

Last night, uninspired by the thought of cooking on a Monday but not wanting to hit up a burger shop Thai was on the menu.  Instead of going to my normal Thai restaurant I decided to head to a small Thai restaurant I had heard good things about in Gaythorne called “Amazing Thai”.

Unfortunately, I have to say straight up that the only thing about the place that was amazing was the word in its title.  The reasons why will become apparent in fairly short order.

First impressions count for much, always have and always will, and the first impression I got of the restaurant was not a good one.  There is no reason on a Monday night with only 1 other table occupied for new patrons to have to wait five minutes before being seated.  I could have accepted it if the restaurant was particularly busy or if there were a heap of people waiting to make takeaway order.  I cannot accept it when the wait is as a result of wait staff sitting in the kitchen having a chat and not hearing the front counter bell.

Unfortunately, this tardiness continued (keep in mind the restaurant only had one other table in use during my sojourn there) when it came to taking orders: twenty minutes before asking if drinks were needed was moderately ordinary.

In any event, as regular readers will know, I can always be swayed by the food of an establishment when it comes to how much I enjoy the dining experience.  Last night I ordered the steamed dim sims for entrée and the red curry done with chicken for main.  As is now becoming custom I had to order my rice separately (this really irritates me).

The dim sims were a disappointment: simply put, they were cold.  I am sure that even luke warm I would have enjoyed them because from a flavour perspective they tasted pretty good but I just couldn’t get past them being cold.  The entrée being bad was unfortunate because the red curry was spot on.  It ticked all the boxes on meat content, thickness of sauce and level of spice that one would expect in a red curry.

Ultimately, as a dining experience I was left disappointed: poor service coupled with a bad entrée experience could not be redeemed by an excellent main.  That said, the excellence of the main has kept me from completely jettisoning Amazing Thai from my restaurant rotation.  I am prepared to go back again sometime soon, if nothing else to see what the dim sims are like when they are warm.

Nalbandian: player behaviour in the spotlight again

Well it did not take long for another incident of player behaviour to be plastered across the airwaves and YouTube.  The David Nalbandian kick at the Queens Club Tournament on Monday (Australian time) was nothing short of woeful.  I do not wish to recount the events that lead to Nalbandian’s default: they have been dealt with enough in the media, both the mainstream and the blogosphere.

There are two things that I do want to comment on:

  1. Nalbandian’s “apology”; and
  2. Whether the likely penalty both fits the crime and is a big enough deterrent.

“Apology”

I use the word “apology” here loosely because, as seems to be the case with many sports people having been caught doing something wrong, the apology that followed the event is generally actually not one.  I have re-watched Nalbandian’s comments during the presentation at Queens and in the presser after and throughout it struck me that the occasions at which an apology was sought to be made by Nalbandian those attempts just looked insincere and, frankly, staged.

More to the point however, even if the “apology” was a genuine one, it was tarnished by Nalbandian’s vociferous attack on officials.  Unfortunately, this approach seems have become par for the course for sports people faced with an enquiry into their own conduct.  At a time when showing some humility and accepting ones fault, sports people now just seem to deflect fault.

The Penalty

Setting aside the police investigation that is presently underway, it looks likely that the penalties that Nalbandian is likely to suffer as a result of his misconduct will be limited to a pecuniary penalty of $72,000 made up of the prize money he has forfeited and a fine. 

How is that possibly a deterrent? He has won over $10 million in prize money on the tour and he gets a $12,000 fine? Much like the penalty imposed on Serena Williams after her tirade at the US Open last year, the toothlessness of the punishment able to be imposed on Nalbandian just astonishes.

The question that raises its head here then is: what penalty would be imposed by the other sports around the world for similar conduct? Lets first call Nalbanian’s act what it was: simply it was conduct that brought the game into disrepute of the worst order.  If one considers the worst category of offences of this type and the punishments for same across others sports one is left with the unmistakable notion that the penalty likely to be meted out here is not a deterrent at all.  Indeed faced with such a likely penalty there is a strong argument that reverse effect arises. 

In rugby league, rugby union or AFL a player would find himself on the sidelines for a hefty period of not less than 4 weeks for similar conduct.  In cricket, a player would lose his or her match fee and be suspended for a series of games. In baseball, a penalty of the order of 10 games would likely be dispensed.

Player behaviour will remain as the lead stories of sport’s casts while the deterrent from behaving in such a fashion remains lax.  Tennis it seems sits fair behind what many would consider an acceptable standard for dealing with player behaviour but even so, as I have stated in earlier posts, this is a problem that needs to be dealt with across the board and sooner rather than later.

I leave you with this question: has anyone thought about who will be the next generation of officials? Why would one become an official when the reward for doing ones job (often as a volunteer) is petulance and abuse by players?

Shumpty Eats: Orient at Twin Towns

As with my post yesterday, I find myself reviewing a restaurant I know well here: Orient at Twin Towns.

Since it opened I would probably have eaten at Orient at least 25 times.  On level 1 of the Twin Towns RSL campus on the Queensland / New South Wales border, Orient is wedged down a corrider between an entrance to the main gaming room and another restuarant called Flames.  The first thing that strikes one as you cross the threshold into the restaurant is how busy it is.  The first hint is you generally have to queue for a table.  The second hint is the seamingly constant “ding” of the “order’s up” bell.

The decor is fairly rudimentary and the staff swift to seat you to the point of being abrupt so that once seated you find yourself encased the conversations around you which bounce off the walls with a menu under your nose to peruse.

The menu is basically what you would expect from a Chinese restaurant and, as is my usual practice, I have come to order the same dishes every time I attend.  My standard order is the chicken and sweet corn soup for entree and the sizzling szechaun beef with a side of steamed rice for my main.

The food is excellent: the chicken and sweet corn soup is piping hot and loaded with chicken (often missed in some of your dodgier establishments).  The serving size is just right: more than a taste but not so much so as to not leave enough room for ones main.

The sizzling szechaun beef does come out sizzling and is easily the best dish on the menu with the beef being supple rather the tough “boot leather” one often gets in such a dish and just the right mix of vegetables and spices to give the dish some real bite.

The food, by regular and general consensus, at Orient is nothing short of excellent.  I have never had a bad meal there.  In saying that I know of a number of my friends who often decline to eat there.  The rationale for this position is fairly plain to see and, indeed, was apparant again on my visit there last night.  The service side of the place has clear issues, being:

  • the service, despite getting you to your table swiftly is often not so swift to actually take your order;
  • the order taking of the wait staff often leaves a bit to be desired.  Better put, it is a rare meal when there is not one part of the order that is forgotten.  Tonight, it was an entree order of dim sims;
  • there is no table service for drinks: one has to attend at a bar just inside the front door of the restaurant which often gets quite crowded and can be problematic to get to if you are sitting against the opposing wall of the restaurant; and
  • it is not possible to order enough rice for everyone at the table, rather you have to order individual portions of rice.

If any of these quirks in the dining experience are likely to make your experience less than enjoyable then you either have to decline to attend this establishment or get over it (and to be honest perhaps yourself) because the food is definitely worth it.

A final note, and whilst it is not the test of whether a restaurant is a good one or not it must be said that from the perspective of value for money Orient is very hard to go past.  Tonight a table of seven (all eating an entree and a main) ate for the princely sum of $142.50.  I for one will wear some quirky service for food and value like that presented EVERY time I have dined at Orient.

This is simply a restaurant that should be on the must visit list for anyone coming down to the tweed border.

Shumpty Eats: Earth & Sea Coolangatta

I have decided that I must write a review about my takeaway pizza last night.  I know I said I would review restaurants I attend in this part of my blog but have decided to break the rules this one time.

As I am down at Rainbow Bay / Coolangatta I decided to check in last night at my favourite pizza place: Earth & Sea Coolangatta.  I have been coming to this pizza shop for more years than I can remember and yet again it came up trumps.

My order, as it has been for at least the last 10 years since I discovered the joys of chilli with food, was a small cheese pizza and a large half “Some Like it Hot” and “Number 14”.

The description of each from their menu is as follows:

  • Some Like it Hot: “As our big brothers up the road are fond of repeating, 100% pure beef (with our seven secret herbs and spices), onion and chilli sauce. Italy’s answer to the Aussie meat pie.”
  • Number 14: “When we only had 13 pizzas on the menu the local lads invented the number 14. Great Pizza! Real beef, ham, onion, egg and chilli. Sounds bad, doesn’t it? Well, it is now one of our most popular pizzas, so there!

Now that I have read that again it does strike me that they are quite similar but when you eat them it is the subtle flavours of the eggs and the ham that do really make a difference.  Equally, I am not fussed that they are quiet similar pizzas because food is all about ones personal tastes and preferences and these pizzas are the ones that I like.

As a takeaway experience, you would struggle find one better for mine:

  • The staff member who took my order over the phone knew her stuff: even asked me if I was sure that I wanted that particular combination in my half and half pizza because “you know mate they are basically the same pizza”.  Often that would irritate me but in this context (as it showed she knew the menu) it did not.
  • The 15 minute time estimate for my pick up was spot on.  I walked in, I paid, I had about 30 seconds of banter with the staff member behind the counter and then my pizza was ready.
  • The price was fair for the food that I got.  When you look at the menu you will be taken a bit aback by the pricing of the pizzas: it just looks expensive BUT you have to get past that because the pizzas are massive both from the perspective of size and amount of toppings.

As for the pizzas, I am unable to make a complaint about them.  The cheese pizza that I bought for a bit of nibble later in the evening was the best plain cheese pizza I had (as it has been since it went on the menu).  Why? Because it had a heap of tomato sauce on it.  The half / half pizza was perfect: heaps of beef, heaps of egg and just enough chilli to make me sweat a little under my beard but not so much that I would be awake at 2am tasting the pizza in the back of my throat.

I am not surprised by this though because over at least 20 years of coming to Earth & Sea Coolangatta I have never been left disappointed.

A review of a takeaway pizza would not be complete without an assessment of how the pizza went second time around having been refrigerated over night.  The leftovers ticked all of the boxes for a “morning after the night before” breakfast: the topping all still stayed on the pizza, the base was not too hard and cold it tasted almost as good as it did when it came out of the oven.

All in all, as a takeaway experience I can not fault the guys at Earth & Sea Coolangatta (80 Marine Pde, Coolangatta) and recommend you check it out if you are down this way.

 

Shumpty’s Punt: Ipswich Cup Day

Good morning all: as I sit on my balcony down at Rainbow Bow the lure of the beach is nearly strong enough to pull me away from my form guide BUT never fear I have come up with a couple of bets today that I hope will reap rewards for regular followers of “Shumpty’s Punt”.

It is Ipswich Cup Day and to say it looks like a difficult day would be the understatement of the century.  It is a funny old track Bundamba and can always throw up an upset.  That being the case, I will be limiting my bets (well my declared bets) to only a couple and will spend the rest of my afternoon on the punt just watching the racing.

So today I have three tips only: in the first, the Cup and the lucky last at Ipswich.

Race 1: Telesto Warrior (5)

Can not go past the favourite in the first: loves the track, gets the claim and, for mine, wins.  Nothing wrong with kicking the day off with a favourite to fill up the bank.

Race 6 (the Cup): Mr Light Blue (7)

I am going off the favourite (Ginga Dude) here principally because of the weight and the fact that anything can and will happen in the Cup.  Mr Light Blue is another one of the “Ipswich Specialists” running today and I reckon he can get the job done in a race that is so often a lottery.

Race 8: Vacallo (4)

Has the gate and the jockey to win the lucky last but again this race is historically a lottery so if you still are square on the day I would be putting my money in my wallet and heading for the exit (or the rum and coke queue).

I hope you find a winner our of the foregoing and promise that we will be back to a full program of tips next week.

Good luck and good punting.