Beaten by the Buffet

Yesterday Papa Bear and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary. It is a little premature as our anniversary isn't until next month, but as my MIL is here, we decided to take advantage of having an onsite babysitter. It is the first time since Molly May was born that I have been away from her overnight.

Back in 2001, we got married on a beach in Samoa. I remember us discussing what we would do for our 10 year wedding anniversary, how is would be nice to bring our future children to Samoa to celebrate. How expectations change! Just having a night out at a hotel (5*) was the epitomy of luxury as far as I am concerned!

We stayed at the Windsor, because I liked the idea of staying somewhere old-fashioned. I happened to mention that we were celebrating our anniversary with hope that they might give us an extra nice room. They gave us an exquisite room, AND a bottle of pink French champagne! I was so touched, it was just beautiful, I started to cry. I got myself back together, and Papa Bear made sure I was nicely lubricated with champagne before dinner. He also joked that we should make a habit of letting Hotels know that it is our 10 year anniversary, 'even when we have the kids?', I asked? - 'especially when we have the kids!!', he replied.

 

After three months of watching Masterchef, I wanted to go somewhere good for dinner, but knew that Papa Bear would probably feel a bit ripped off if we paid $50 for a main that only had three small bits of food on it, as seems to be the high level food fashion these days. After a bit of research I came across Melba at Southbank. Melba takes all you can eat buffet dining to a whole new level. The view over the river is gorgeous, and it is nicely glitzy. There were piles of prawns, smoked salmon, oysters, crab, bugs - yum. There was a sushi and sashimi station, tandoori station (made to order naan), made to order pasta and stirfry station, carvery (yummy duck pancakes), a cheese station, and of course the all important Dessert station (I let myself have a night off the no-sugar challenge, I went crazy!!). I knew that I would have to be careful and be picky if I was to get through everything, seeing as I have had trouble eating since being sick. I didn't overdo anything, but when I woke up this morning my first thought was 'Ohmigod! I didn't do the cheese station!!!'. I feel like I let myself down. I was beaten by the buffet.