I love the colourful, 50 cent piece sized macaroons that the Croissant D’Or sell.

Or rather used to sell.

I enquired about them today when I couldn’t see any in the display.

The girl behind the counter explained that they can make them to order, but they are so fiddly that they no longer make them, as a matter of course.

The thing is, their pastry chef, David, recently left, and until they find someone new, those macaroons are going to be hard to come by.

Please! Someone out there who is a pastry chef, you are needed!

Driving to Darlinghurst from the north side of the harbour involves a trip through the Sydney Harbour Tunnel. This proves rather annoying when listening to favourite radio station FBI 94.5FM, which drops out a few metres under and the static takes over.

I recently discovered the existence of a sweet spot, about 800 metres into the 2.2 kilometre southbound journey. Sure it only lasts a second, but I always listen out for it now.

Walking past the Altair building on Kings Cross Road, we always wonder what all the white signs on the balconies are there for.

Have they been put there by Lifeline, urging the inhabitants not to jump?

Or are they just multiple reminders asking residents not to hang laundry on the balconies?

I can’t help but think of cast-offs in the street.

And this one, on Premier Lane in Darlinghurst, had me particularly intrigued. What would I find inside: mouldy food, treasure, a body?

None of the above as it turned out. Just a musty box, painted aquamarine inside, and an old TV.

I’m still thinking, though. Only days before it might have boxed up old photos, early ’90s CDs and books, maybe for years.

Always keen to see what new gelato flavours Messina has on offer, I was delighted to experience their latest creation on the weekend.

Liquorice.

Signor Palumbo saw my eyes light up as I spied the new tub. He confessed that this was batch no. 3 of liquorice, but that it had indeed taken 3 attempts to perfect. First it was too aniseedy, then too sweet.

Now, by God it is truly creamy and altogether sensational.

We love having a coffee at the local Frenchie, Strawberry Cream, on Victoria Street. It’s a perfect spot to sit and watch the crowd stream by.

But the $2.70 takeaway coffees from Strawberry Cream come in styrofoam cups. Besides any environmental considerations, styrofoam cups don’t work with coffee. It just doesn’t taste as good.

Same at Le Petit Creme, just around the corner on Darlinghurst Road, where a takeaway coffee is $3.00.

Fortunately, Sel & Poivre on Victoria Street has excellent takeaway coffee. In paper cups. And at $2.50 it’s the cheapest of the three.

Plus Sel & Poivre’s country pate baguettes and rillettes are fantastic.

Having been residents (on and off) of postcode 2010 for 9 years now, we have really been looking forward to next year, 2010. It’s our year!

We do sympathise with Bruce, ACT, 2617. (But we do like your name. A lot.)

The space previously known as Pelagio looks all set for an imminent opening, as Omerta Wine Bar …

…now keep your mouth shut.

Bummer, guys. That’s a real porker.