I've had a very quiet long weekend so far, a much needed rest (though I admit I'm already getting bored).
My brother and I rode our bikes down to Prahran to meet our dad for dinner at a French restaurant. My mother laughed at me for wearing this shirt but it was totally unintentional.
It was our second time at Chez Olivier, and I have to say, this place has quickly become one of my favourite restaurants in Melbourne! I just wish I knew how to pronounce the name... I'm terrible with foreign languages, is the "Z" silent?!
Their homemade cinnamon butter is so memorable and addictive, I wish they sold it in tubs!
Our delicious entrees, they were all perfect.
Our mains. My eye fillet steak was heavenly, hands down the best steak I've ever had. I loved all of the elements except for the foie gras (which both my dad and brother thought was delicious).
My upside-down apple tart, a good note to finish on.
My dad checking in on Facebook, haha.
In unrelated news... I think I want these shoes... Despite my hate for high heeled sneakers, triangular motifs, and the fact that they won't go with 87% of my wardrobe. I still want.