The food was, by consensus, decent but a little disappointing given the incredible build-up caused by the popularity and the atmosphere. Jan had a tofu stir-fry, I had some good prawn and pumpkin fritters (probably the best out of the three), and Vanessa got bold with some Turkish octopus.

An interesting tidbit about Australian dining, particularly in Brisbane, is that basically it takes forever to have dinner because the waiters won't do anything unless you lasso them and reel them in by their underpants. Even then, it takes about 15 minutes to get your order taken, and we were waiting around for 45 minutes after eating before we finally got our check. It's just curious that, given the popularity of the restaurant, they probably could have served twice the people if the staff had the American attitude of turning tables to maximize profit. Not saying it's bad -- just curious.
After escaping the hidden tranquility of Garuva, we hurried to a gelato place before it closed. On the bus ride back to the city center, some yahoos threw rocks at our bus and shattered the back window (not typical in Brisbane). The first reaction of a couple thick-necked guys in the back was to yell, "Hey driver! You gotta stop the bus so we can mess some people up!" When the bus stopped, the guys ran off in search of their mess. Since this is the bureaucratic nightmare of Queensland, the bus couldn't keep going with a cracked window, and we had to run to catch another bus lest we miss out on gelato (we didn't).
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