Concrete Playground

Sometimes I just really feel like a piece of steak. I ran into my friend at the butcher the other day and we discussed this and he shared my sentiment. Sometimes, without reason, your body cries out for a piece of meat and you really just have to obey. Every Surry Hills residents’ new favourite bar (read: Ching-a-lings) is hosting a BBQ on Sunday. Beer and BBQ. Those two words make me a happy woman. Vegetarians are welcome, as long as they BYO vegie snacks, but everyone is warned that you don’t make friends with salad.