Jun 03
Source: CoffeeIceCream
Newmarket is the richest vein of despair we have in Auckland. It doesn’t matter the time of day or my frame of mind, it gets under my skin and makes me feel queasy. Was it something I ate? While in fact all Newmarket should be is a collection of shops sitting in the shadow of the motorway and down the hill from the Auckland Museum, it is an oily slide that pools outside Supre. A slick shopping precinct you climb out of with a pair of faded hipster jeans between your teeth.
Source: markwp
June 4th, 2007 at 5:03 am
A post which turns me on.
However: The best Pad Thai in the world can be found at Fusion, in 277.
However: The greatest sins in the world are likely to be found at 277. I happened to spy the Lord of Abominations himself getting off at the second floor (the one owned by “Westfield”).
However: 5 o’clock, half price salads of delight in the foodcourt.
However: My evil corporate is based there.
A perfect symmetry between the blind injection of sustenance and the blind encirclement of corporate culture?
June 4th, 2007 at 12:41 pm
Wicked. I actually quite like Newmarket, with its Rialtos and its hilariously-named Fuku Sushi and its train station and all. Still, I fear it will be amongst the first to go in The Rapture.
June 7th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
You seem to be feeling unwell lately. Perhaps if you met a Scientologist in Newmarket you’d feel unwell on an Ebola-level? Or perhaps worse, a Scientologist in hipster jeans…
No, I think Newmarket is ok - the aforementioned Rialto being the saving grace. Although Berkeleys in Mission Bay is better (if you can get over the smell of old people)..
The trick, I find is (like any worthwhile relationship) to go get what you want and get out.
And I suggest you ought to want: a bike part/thing from calibre cycles on eden crescent, sushi or teppenyaki from Rikka, running shoes from the shoeclinic.. something specific.
And don’t _under_any_circumstances_ step into a mall.