Moving to a new house is like frequent travel – it broadens more than the mind. There are many advantages to living in a historical cottage half way to the Hawkesbury. The charm. The character. The availability of takeaways.
Sadly, since moving here, I’ve discovered that the house is directly opposite a strip mall of some of the best takeaways known to man. Even rather rotund rolly polly man.I mean, just look at them.
For a start there is the Hilltop Indian, which specialises in both North and South Indian food (hmmm – hedging its bets then?) Then there is Danny’s Pizzas, with the best in Organic Pizza (the Pizza Palour previously known as Kellyville Pizza – also the best in Organic...) A Dominos, for those moments when the pizza company that knows no constant name won’t do. Thai Spy – guess what, they sell Thai. Do you see what they’ve done with the name there? Chinese, times two. A burger bar (which, alas, has a ban on beetroot in the burgers). Arthur’s Restaurant, with the best in contemporary Australian (which seems to be pasta, curry, steak, and pies). And look, there is even an offy! The list goes on.
And quite frankly, as a growing boy, I need this food. I’m certainly growing – outwards. Still, having someone else cooking is better than a slap on the face with a blunt fish.It may be windy on the top of these here hills, but there’s no danger of going hungry.
Sadly, since moving here, I’ve discovered that the house is directly opposite a strip mall of some of the best takeaways known to man. Even rather rotund rolly polly man.I mean, just look at them.
For a start there is the Hilltop Indian, which specialises in both North and South Indian food (hmmm – hedging its bets then?) Then there is Danny’s Pizzas, with the best in Organic Pizza (the Pizza Palour previously known as Kellyville Pizza – also the best in Organic...) A Dominos, for those moments when the pizza company that knows no constant name won’t do. Thai Spy – guess what, they sell Thai. Do you see what they’ve done with the name there? Chinese, times two. A burger bar (which, alas, has a ban on beetroot in the burgers). Arthur’s Restaurant, with the best in contemporary Australian (which seems to be pasta, curry, steak, and pies). And look, there is even an offy! The list goes on.
And quite frankly, as a growing boy, I need this food. I’m certainly growing – outwards. Still, having someone else cooking is better than a slap on the face with a blunt fish.It may be windy on the top of these here hills, but there’s no danger of going hungry.
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