The other night I went to a cafe/restaurant with one of my besties for dinner. We we to a place in Burwood called La Plaka because her friend owned the place and she needed to go pick up something up from him, so it was a good excuse to go somewhere and eat. I never really need an excuse to eat, but it’s good to have one sometimes to justify the constant eating I do. I had been to this place many moons ago, so didn’t really remember too much about it, but when we got there, we were welcomed … Continue reading Cafe Stories – Reminiscing