Today we walked through the Southern Cross Station, which is the newest train station in Melbourne and is also one of the top ten recognized stations in the world for its architecture. The building is massive with a very unique ceiling similar to an upside down skateboarding park.
We did some shopping for an outfit for later that night. Malls are very similar here but the quality of clothing appears to be much lower and any sense of style from the common Australian is severely lacking. Marie said it's very relaxed and anything goes. Personally, I like to look a little put together before appearing in public in what looks like half pajamas and half workout clothes. The term for it out here is "bogan" meaning trashy. It just looks like a lot of homeless walking around.
Australians know nothing about what Mexican food should taste like or how to make a margarita. Last night we went out for Marie's flatmate's birthday to Mexicali Rose, a wanna be mexican restaurant. I wasn't impressed. The nachos had a horribly small amount of cheese, and the quesadilla wasn't good either. All the cheese and chicken was in the middle of the quesadilla and spilling out the top and the rest of the quesadilla was empty. I asked for a margarita with salt and I got a tequila martini that was amazingly sour and strong. We ended up dumping it into the frozen margaritas. After the restaurant we headed to The Richmond Club which has three levels. A footy game (Australian football which is a cross between rugby and American football, not soccer, to be honest I haven't figured it out quite yet) was on so there were lots of guys there but they paid no attention to our wolfpack of about ten girls. Marie and I had guys come up and talk to us, including one very drunk Frenchie who knew all the words to De La Soul's Ring Ring Ring and sang it to Marie from the across the bar. We hung out there most of the night and at about 1 am were headed to another bar but couldnät get in, so we got some kebabs of lamb and chicken from a small diner. The kebabs here are basically what a gyo is in the states. The Greek/Lebanese/Isreali food here is pretty darn good and much more satisfying than the sad attempt at Mexican from earlier.
Today we are having a movie marathon here at Marie's flat, since a movie here costs $18. We opted for the cheap lazy route today and it's kinda nice to just sit around and do nothing for once.
We did some shopping for an outfit for later that night. Malls are very similar here but the quality of clothing appears to be much lower and any sense of style from the common Australian is severely lacking. Marie said it's very relaxed and anything goes. Personally, I like to look a little put together before appearing in public in what looks like half pajamas and half workout clothes. The term for it out here is "bogan" meaning trashy. It just looks like a lot of homeless walking around.
Australians know nothing about what Mexican food should taste like or how to make a margarita. Last night we went out for Marie's flatmate's birthday to Mexicali Rose, a wanna be mexican restaurant. I wasn't impressed. The nachos had a horribly small amount of cheese, and the quesadilla wasn't good either. All the cheese and chicken was in the middle of the quesadilla and spilling out the top and the rest of the quesadilla was empty. I asked for a margarita with salt and I got a tequila martini that was amazingly sour and strong. We ended up dumping it into the frozen margaritas. After the restaurant we headed to The Richmond Club which has three levels. A footy game (Australian football which is a cross between rugby and American football, not soccer, to be honest I haven't figured it out quite yet) was on so there were lots of guys there but they paid no attention to our wolfpack of about ten girls. Marie and I had guys come up and talk to us, including one very drunk Frenchie who knew all the words to De La Soul's Ring Ring Ring and sang it to Marie from the across the bar. We hung out there most of the night and at about 1 am were headed to another bar but couldnät get in, so we got some kebabs of lamb and chicken from a small diner. The kebabs here are basically what a gyo is in the states. The Greek/Lebanese/Isreali food here is pretty darn good and much more satisfying than the sad attempt at Mexican from earlier.
Today we are having a movie marathon here at Marie's flat, since a movie here costs $18. We opted for the cheap lazy route today and it's kinda nice to just sit around and do nothing for once.
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