Monthly Archives: September 2009

Kyle free zone with the best juices ever…

We’ve got standards here at FAB so we took a show-of-hands and decided to ban Kyle morningsSandilands. We’re just not that into him and we see him as a bit of an OH&S hazard. And with the return of Tara – strangely slightly taller – from the green green grass of Eire, we’ve gone all sensible about serving your best interests. We’ll now open one hour earlier – 8am – on Sunday because we can’t have you clawing at the door – it’s not a good look! We know the mornings can be a bit busy and we’ll do whatever we can to make them better for you.

And our shiny happy chef wants you to get a healthy start with new delicious juices, the mixes  follow if you want to try at home. He whips us to a pulp if they’re not done fresh with a smile and a spring in our step here at FAB:


3-4 1/2’s of granny smith apples
1/6th of fresh lime
6 mint leaves
2 ice cubes in the glass

Make sure the mint and lime go between 2 apple halves otherwise it won’t juice the lime properly


2 pears
1/8 prepared pineapple
2 ice cubes in the glass

Juice pineapple first followed by pears – this juice has a weird sort of look in the glass- kind of swirly and is a really good calmative juice if you’ve had a rough night – (wink wink)


New Sunday Roast Schedule

Pork belly features in the new Sunday Roast lineup but you’ll still look great in a bikini. Tara is backCollages1 – thank heavens. And we want you to know that when it is hot and you go to the beach we feel lonely. So pop in for the caffeine hit before you go or the long lovely cool drink when you should be out of the sun in the middle of the day.

We’re working on a DA for a water slide from Taylor Square to FAB but it may take a while. If it gets really hot – and you ask nicely – we may just hose you down.

Grey Gardens – Sunday at 6pm

K Rudd drops in for our world famous Fair Trade Organic coffee when he can, but we’ve never (to the best of our admittedly limited knowledge) had the pleasure of a Kennedy. cropgrey The film and television luminaries come and go (and we treat them nice) but we hanker for more misguided souls – and have come to the conclusion the best of these might be found on screen.

So this Sunday at 6pm we invite you to join us for a screening of “Grey Gardens”.  Rufus Wainright wrote a song about this 1975 documentary, Armistead Maupin mentioned it in Tales Of The City and it has been referenced in the L Word, Will & Grace and Rug Rats.

It’s time for you to see this special film about Jackie Kennedy’s (nee Bouvier) eccentric and impoverished aunt and cousin. Read Nell Schofield’s review and join us for a glass of water, wine and reflection. It’s one to ponder.

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Spring is a wee bit NZ’ish eh bro’

We’re expecting Russell Crowe any minute. Our KIWI chef Andrew Stinear is paying homage to his country with a rotatingbiscuitselection of baked goods and a delicious chargrilled lamb rump (paired with the very unNZ herbed cous cous and harissa mayonaisse).

Now back to the baked goods – and the looming possibility of a trans-Tasman cullinary dispute. The Bledisloe cup stealing Kiwis lay claim to invention of the pavlova,  the ANZAC biscuit (coming to FAB anyday soon) and the lesser known Afghan biscuit. We refer you to wikapedia for the provenance the aforementioned foods and note that ‘research’ (presumably that of our trans-Tasman neighbours) ‘proves’ that recipes were first published in New Zealand – and have been included in the NZ bible aka The Edmonds Cookery Book since 1907. This brings us to the vexing issue of Ginger Crunch. A search of google gives international and NZ’ish site answers only on the first page. Where is Will we let this one slip away or will Australia stand up like a man (albeit in an apron) and lay claim to at least one biscuit?

Which brings us back to Russell Crowe – cullinary maximus, champion of the underRabbitoh’s, true blue man of letters and dark knight of the art of acting. Where does Russell stand on Ginger Crunch? It will take a man like Russell, a force of human nature, to wrestle the ownership of the biscuit, any biscuit really, back from those crafty Kiwis.