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It was a crisp April morning. I awoke imme-
diately. Running my manicured nails over the
comforter and watching them glint in the light,
I reluctantly slid from bed, silk negligee fluttering
behind me. Immediately, realisation struck. My heart
began to beat furiously against my ribcage. I had,
after all, been anticipating this day for weeks;
clothing had been deliberated over, winning smiles
rehearsed in the mirror -- there simply was no room
for error, I mused, as I smoothed rose lipstick over my
full, pouting mouth and...
"Enjoying George Street, Rachael?"
Crap. As my well-meaning neighbour prods me
into consciousness, I attempt to hide my ridiculous
scrawlings (romance novels: a ticket to wealth and
success) and make polite, half-baked conversation. All
I actually want to do is sit quietly outside of Hubbles
Yard, eat my bircher museli with a teaspoon, and
admire this perfect long macchiato before throwing it
down my gullet and ordering another.
You know those mornings when you wake up
after a night of over-indulgence, convinced a cat
slept on your face and three midgets beat you dur-
ing the night? It takes a special sort of motivator
to shake that dehydrated lump of a body from
between the sheets: it s a power usually reserved
only for familial guilt or bladder-related pressures.
Hubbles Yard has the dubious honour of being my
third motivator, on the strength of their breakfasts
alone. The bircher is incredible, and so are their
salsa-topped poached eggs. I m not sure about
anything else simply because I can t get past those
two (I m sure I ll crack and order everything in one
Sitting out on the footpath, polishing off my
breakfast and watching the Morrison-clad mothers
pass by, The Wine Store looks back at me, smug
and mocking. Jerk.
Usually, we are best of friends -- it s an amazing
place to just wander through, they ve got pretty
much anything your wine lover would, well, love.
And it s not just a killer selection of bottles housed
beautifully; they ve got everything else from Jasper
Conran crystal to olive oil tastings. If you re a wine
aficionado and you haven t been here, what do you
think you re playing at?
I smile back. Sorry, Wine Store. Not today.
After I ve been pulled from my morning pain,
I trot across the road to Iridescent Sea and look
affectionately at some of the best swimwear on offer
in Perth. The vibe is cool and 70s, and with racks of
casual chic clothing, accessories and adorable
kidswear, you re not limited by the seasons -- you
can go handle everything lovingly all year round.
Pressing my nose against the window of George
Street Bistro, I reminisce about the gigantic slow-
cooked lamb shank I had there last. It s such a
sweet, personable place, professional without being
stuffy, and the European-style menu changes daily.
It s perfect for an intimate dinner for two. If you d
like to bring a few more pals down to show off
George Street, Gigi s on George is the place to
go. They ve got an excellent tapas style menu --
perfect for socialising and gluttony, as well as a
killer cocktail list.
The George Street Merchants adjoin the bistro,
with everything from cured meats and gourmet
relish to tequila lollipops with scorpion centres
on the shelves -- it s essentially impossible to leave
without at least a little something on your arm.
Lu-Lu s windows, full of shiny homewares,
jewellery and soft pyjamas entice me in. I find
myself cooing over baby things (again? Better get
that checked) before going directly to the costume
jewellery (it s a genetic problem) and trying on
MY DATE WITH GEORGE
George Street, East Fremantle
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