03 FEBRUARY 2008. SUNDAY. 11:51AM.

When i saw my dessert plate last night, it reminded me immediately of this Threadless shirt.

I got taken to this new cool digs last night which apparently have slipped under my radar during my last couple of visits. It's wickedly surreal, tucked away up in a hill, housed in old army barracks. It's impossible to know that this little gem nested on a frantic island with millions of people. For the first time, i took a breather from the method and madness. Shrouded in mostly darkness and fairy lights on trees, while lights from restaurants serve as beacons, i settled for old school fish and chippies and washing it down with Sangria. After a mini exploration break, dessert was served at Barrack, an unusual cafe that served our sweets in camping tins.

Some new photos ahead.

THIS WAY TO MY FLICKR PRO. (Newly acquired, finally caught up with the times.)