Happy Anniversary to Us
Just a short post this week, my computer has been out of commission for about a fortnight, so I’m having to steal Ryan’s computer to get this one out. It’s a fairly important one, and I’ve had it in my head for a week, so I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass!
Last Sunday was the first anniversary of our wedding. I can’t believe it has been a year already! We’re old hats now!
We had a fantastic day. Starting off with sleeping in, and a home cooked breakfast by the husband of the hour. Breakfast was delicious, eggs bennie as good as any restaurant (with home-made hollandaise sauce), and set the tone for a happy, relaxed day. At around lunch time we headed off to Gold Class at the movies to see the new Christopher Nolan epic ‘Interstellar‘. We both agreed that the movie was really interesting, if a tad farfetched at times, and we were glued to our seats for the entire two and a half hours.
The pièce de résistance of the day, however, was our dinner.
Ryan surprised me the day before by announcing he’d made a booking at the brand new Jamie Oliver restaurant, Jamie’s Italian. I was so excited – I had been to the venue of the same franchise in Sydney during a January girls trip, and my friends and I were so impressed we went twice in three days (once for dinner, once for lunch!). The Brisbane location had only opened up a few days before our anniversary, and I was over the moon that I wouldn’t have to wait too long to try it out!
Located on Edward Street in the CBD, the restaurant focuses on the simple and authentic side of Italian food. It’s menu has a plethora of pasta delights (with pasta made fresh in the restaurant), not to mention an amazing charcuterie, mains, and desserts range.
The venue itself has it’s very own bar, charcuterie preparation area, and basement kitchen area, all of which offer seating in the forms of booths, tables, and stools. If you head in without a reservation, you can enjoy a drink in the bar area and browse through one of Jamie’s many cookbooks before being seated.
As to be expected, it was packed to the rafters during it’s opening week, and we had to wait quite a while for our food to arrive after we’d ordered. I sipped on my pink champagne and we reminisced about the first years of our relationship. It seems strange to think that once, we didn’t live together, didn’t see each other every day, and at one point didn’t even know each other. We laughed at the hilarity of our younger selves and felt all warm and fuzzy at feeling how happy we both are now.
The wait staff were exceptionally friendly, stopping to tell us that our food was on the way. When it arrived, however, we were brought the wrong entree. We decided that we’d waited long enough as it was and agreed to just share the food and enjoy it, even if it wasn’t what we originally ordered (king prawns wrapped in fried angel hair pasta, rather than salt and pepper squid – at least they’re both seafood I guess?). As you can see, I’m a horrible food blogger. I can’t wait to eat my food as soon as it arrives, and I only remembered to take photos after we’d already destroyed the presentation and eaten half our meals – for both the entree and mains. But I hope you get the picture (literally) of how nice the food was.
They got the mains correct, and the quality of the food made all our other worries disappear. I could forgive them their long wait. I could forgive them their mixed-up entree, if only for another bite of the deliciousness that was my main meal.
Ryan ordered the Prawn Linguini, and I ordered the Sausage Pappardelle. Yes, I was being boring, ordering the same thing that I had tried in Sydney, but honestly, it was so good, I had been dreaming about it ever since I found out we’d be eating there.
Slow-braised fennel sausage ragù with red wine, parmesan & crunchy, herby breadcrumbs and pappardelle pasta. Do yourself a favour, and go and try it. You won’t regret it!
We decided against dessert, as we had the top tier of our wedding cake waiting for us at home.
Painstakingly defrosted for a few days beforehand (the trick is to leave it wrapped in the plastic so that the condensation doesn’t ruin the outside of the cake!). It didn’t look like much once it had defrosted, but we were looking forward to the surprise of cutting it open and finding out what flavour the cake was. We had a different flavour for each of our tiers and we honestly couldn’t remember!
We popped a bottle of champagne and enjoyed some decadent vanilla ice-cream with the (in the end) vanilla flavoured cake. Despite being frozen for a year, it was still delicious.
I’m not usually soppy about these kind of things (at least, not in public – Ryan will tell you I’m a hopeless romantic in private!), but I’ve honestly never been happier than I have in the last year. This day was the perfect end to the perfect first year of being married to my best friend. Here’s to many more happy years together!