Cronulla is like a small ocean kingdom. The lazy beachfront suburb hangs neatly off the side of Sydney and is filled with golden people all aged (seemingly) between 15 and 35 years. As you walk through the paved streets you notice the local pride displayed on the shopfronts...Cronulla Chem-Mart, Cronulla Cinema Centre, Cronulla Charcoal Chicken...which reminds you of fairytales about local villagers and their sea-faring lives. In fact, the only thing that was missing was the drawbridge connecting this kingdom with the rest of Sydney.

After strolling through the main plaza (and feeling like foreigners with our fast pace and brown hair), we decided to eat at what looked like the most popular venue - The Nulla Nulla Café.

The Nulla Nulla is a very casual place serving food, alcohol and coffee during most of the daylight and dark hours. It's not fancy and it doesn't specialise in any particular cuisine - but it's alive, comfortable and you're left alone to do what you want. I would also make the assumption, that given they have shakers and alcoholic smoothies on the menu...it would also be a very fun 'hangout' at nights.

I (on a strict diet) ordered the char grilled lamb salad while Demis ordered the "Big Juicy Beef Burger". The meals arrived quickly and in large portions, and we hungrily ate up every last crumb (or lettuce leaf in my case). We both reported that our meals tasted pretty good (not out of this earth amazing but certainly satisfying) - but I couldn't help feel perturbed.

My mind wandered over to our Cape Tribulation holiday we had in January...

We spent about 10 days there - hoping to bask in the sun, snorkel and explore the rainforest. Of course it didn't exactly pan out that way seeing it was wet season (no basking), stinger season (no snorkelling or swimming for that matter - except for out in the reef which we did once but it resulted in Demis getting sea-sick and me "allegedly" deserting him with a shark...such false accusations I can assure you - I was merely swimming quickly to notify the crew and thus you could say I was actually saving him) and we were stranded in a hotel that was nowhere near any walking trails or transport.

On the last day of our stay, the sun came out. The sun was so hot and so strong, but unfortunately, rather than being by the hotel pool we were walking the long, endless and full-of-dead-cane toads-road to the nearest take away store for some lunch. After almost dying in the heat, we arrived (sticky) and ordered hamburgers with the lot (well minus butter, cheese and beetroot for me of course).

It was truly the best hamburger I have ever tasted in all my life. We were both awed by such perfection and taste that during our chews we forgot the flies and heat and savoured every moment. That night we still must have been in the hamburger mood because Demis popped out a ring and proposed (perfection upon perfection).

Which leads me to my salad in Cronulla. Although it was quite a tasty salad, I would have much preferred a hamburger - it smelled so juicy and delicious. But because I had to fit into a wedding dress in three weeks time, I had no choice other than to be strong and resist it. It just didn't seem fair that because of one fantastic burger (if it had been terrible who knows - he may have never proposed!), I was not able to order another one.

Then it occurred to me...I was angry at a hamburger.

And because not even I could sustain the logic in that...I never said a word (in fact I smiled happily as we left The Nulla Nulla and made our way home).

The mind is a powerful tool that can lead us through many intertwining mazes. I'm sure nearly everyone has caught themselves angry over even more trivial things than a hamburger. I guess in some way people are just like Cronulla...unique kingdoms containing their very own fairytales.

Let's hope that like mine, they all have happy endings.