Late last year I organsed a dinner at the fantastic restaurant at the Three Weeds Pub for my mate Juzzy who was about to become a dad. It was a dinner for roasting Justin's fears of fatherhood while eating sublimly rich food and NZ vino.
Fresh made sourdough bread rolls kept us full until entrees of cured ocean trout with avacodo icecream followed by perfertly cooked and tender fish mains. Wow. I can remember that each time I took a mouthful of the fish I was hoping there was still some left.
It was at the 3 weeds, about a decade ago, I enjoyed hearing Deb Conway and her band while eating fish and chips. Thing's have changed.
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