If you’re a professional rock guitarist, the instrument hanging around your neck isn’t just your livelihood — it’s your life, a sacred and prized weapon of mass seduction that you care for like a six-string offspring.
You had me at pork belly. You had me at slow-cooked, walnut-infused, pesto-topped pork belly. Perfectly rolled, grilled, uncoiled and served in a humble paper tray, ably sidekicked by carrots or potatoes.
Hey, everyone, it’s a guy from Brumby! Reading Desert Companion! He’s in a picture on Facebook, reading our February edition — “Best of the City,” though surely you haven’t forgotten because how could you?