The AB kebab...

Great weekend so far. A mixture of wallowing in the heat, ideally keeping indoors under the fan and in front of the evaporative cooler and venturing out when the sun goes down.

Went to see Monty Python on Friday night at the outdoor cinema in Port Adelaide. We can't recommend this outdoor cinema enough - it's free, good films, and a great way to get some slighty cooler air! I even quite enjoyed Monty Python which surprised me.

Last night we toddled along to the Persian Garden - an outdoor club set up in Elder Park as part of the Adelaide Bank Festival of the Arts.















A good experience but we followed it up with an even better 2am experience... an AB kebab... apparently an Adelaide institution and Taryn and Mark told us that by eating it we can now officially say we live in Adelaide.





















The following is a good description of an AB that I found on someone elses blog (why reinvent the wheel). Granny and Grandpa please excuse the bad language, I didn't write it...

"AB" does not stand for "absolutely beautiful"
This is probably an Adelaide-only thing. The rest of you, thank your lucky stars and say an extra Hail Mary or something. An AB masquerades as food and is beloved of uni students and pissheads. It involves a waxed paper box, several forks, an arseload of hot chips, half a cow's worth of greasy yiros meat and a variety of reflux-inducing sauces, usually garlic, barbecue, sweet chilli and tomato. Separately, these things are innocuous. Together, they are lethal. A bit like Sonny and Cher, really.

Two cafes in North Adelaide claim to have invented the AB. One of the cafe guys says it stands for "absolutely beautiful". Any uni student who has lived in one of the two nearby residential colleges will tell you it means "abortion". I prefer to think of it as an abomination.

It also comes wrapped in pitta bread, masquerading as a harmless, tummy-settling yiros. I found myself with one of these monstrosities in hand late one night and took a bite, expecting refreshing salad and tabouleh with my greasy lamb. Nup. Chips ~shudder~ If you've accidentally swallowed strychnine, forget the Ipecac and get an AB yiros down you.