Marrickville - Jewel of the Outer-Inner West
Having lived here for a few months now, I've come to realise that Marrickville is actually pretty damn cool. From the ever-closed cake shop (alt: drug den) to the strangely high population of butchers, there's something for everyone. Well, from drug addicts to iron-chef enthusiasts, which encompasses most of the people I know.
In addition, it's possible to go shopping and avoid being harangued by the terrifying spectre of the hipster gaze. Huzzah for lack of pretention!
This realisation hit me last night when I got a $3.50 thai pork roll whose deliciousness made a subway sandwhich look like a soggy length of sad, globalised crap. Particularly becuase I got that roll from a somewhat hidden shop the size of a toilet down illawarra road. I was eating it while walking past a series of vietnamese shopfronts, and it was so apparent that Newtown just isn't that cool anymore. I mean, it looks hip and everything, and maybe this is just my years at university turning me into a invert-elitist, but the whole commodification of the atmosphere there makes it come off after a while as a bit... plastic.
So come on down to Marrickville, and we can some ingredients from a reasonably-priced grocery/butcher, cook them at my place, and eat dinner on the trampoline, under the stars. Interrupted only periodically by the odd low-flying passenger plane.
In addition, it's possible to go shopping and avoid being harangued by the terrifying spectre of the hipster gaze. Huzzah for lack of pretention!
This realisation hit me last night when I got a $3.50 thai pork roll whose deliciousness made a subway sandwhich look like a soggy length of sad, globalised crap. Particularly becuase I got that roll from a somewhat hidden shop the size of a toilet down illawarra road. I was eating it while walking past a series of vietnamese shopfronts, and it was so apparent that Newtown just isn't that cool anymore. I mean, it looks hip and everything, and maybe this is just my years at university turning me into a invert-elitist, but the whole commodification of the atmosphere there makes it come off after a while as a bit... plastic.
So come on down to Marrickville, and we can some ingredients from a reasonably-priced grocery/butcher, cook them at my place, and eat dinner on the trampoline, under the stars. Interrupted only periodically by the odd low-flying passenger plane.