Last weekend girl met Brisbane. She also met babies.

With the wedding over, Demis and I had decided to make a quick weekend trip to Brisbane to visit his side of the family. His brother and sister-in-law had just recently given birth to a little baby boy and we wanted to personally give our congratulations. They also had a 15-month girl who we also wanted to see.

It is at this stage that I would like to point out - that as you can see from the above, our primary purpose in going to Brisbane was to see the new (and newish) additions to the family...so no one could really say that I was in any way anti-baby. I just don't have a lot of experience with them is all.

On the Sunday morning we went to Spoon Deli West End for breakfast. I like to consider myself a regular at Spoons. Sure I've only every been there twice, but seeing I have only been to Brisbane three times - it makes my overall turn out rate pretty high.

It's a relaxed place for a late breakfast (I say late because we had to wait for the new young parents to gather up their children and join us at the table before ordering...in all fairness they were only 40-odd minutes late but my stomach who has never had to share with a baby or anything for that matter, was not used to waiting) that has a variety of hot meals, healthy choices, pre-made antipasto and deli produce available to eat in or take away. It's a large venue on the corner of a big intersection so there's plenty of natural sunlight, fresh air and seating. It's a fairly plain and minimalist style but it's spread out and comfortable.

Although I did my best to position myself at the other end of the table to the babies - I naturally ended up right by their side. While eating my breakfast of peppery sausages, fried eggs, bacon, thick freshly made bread, mushrooms and grilled tomatoes (my diet does not count on weekends away), I was able to watch (admittedly cute) Suvi attempt to eat her meal. Luckily the table we were eating on was slightly higher than her chair so I didn't end up seeing too much of the event (which after seeing her eat/spit out spaghetti Bolognese the day before - I'm kind of glad of), but I did (lucky me) get to hear all the adult commentary.

My breakfast was very well cooked with quality ingredients and careful presentation. The service was pretty lazy but given there was no table service anyway, it didn't seem to have a too negative impact...and one must bear in mind that things are done differently in the north...

After breakfast Demis and I decided to wander the streets of Brisbane on our own. I was still a fresh tourist in the State and wanted to see what Brisbane had to offer a girl.

I was pleasantly surprised. Although there was no cosmopolitan hustle and bustle or overload of shops, buildings, units and bars (things I cannot live without)...there were plenty of done up cottages, unique cafés, riverside markets, specialised shops and comfortable bars. I'm loyal to Sydney and always will be, but Brisbane seemed pretty, sunny and peaceful.

After strolling the city for a couple hours, Demis took me to the Kookaburra Café in Paddington. Demis claimed they made some of the best pizza he's every had. I didn't put a lot of faith in this claim as Demis claims a lot of things...but I'll be damned because it turned out their pizza was sensational.

After one bite I lost myself to the delicious taste...suddenly my thoughts of Brisbane and life seemed petty and insignificant because who could think of anything when there was such a good tasting pizza in the world?! In fact if I every review another pizza again (apart from my home made pizzas of course) I insist it be ignored and scoffed at because no restaurant could make a nicer pizza than the one I had. Macleay's Pizza is a mockery compared to Kookaburra's!

The base was crisp and tasted of freshly baked doe, and the ingredients they used were fresh and carefully laid out on an amazing tomato-based sauce. It wasn't the loveliest looking restaurant in the world - but who really cares when you are eating the best pizza in the world (again this does not include my pizza)? I was barely noticing my own husband let alone the venue...!

Naturally it didn't take long for me to eat the ten or so slices of pizza, and so afterwards we sat and let the pizza taste linger in out mouths as we talked over our weekend (though I truly wanted more pizza).

It had been good to see Demis' family again, and though I will never admit this to anyone's face, it had been good to see the babies too. True they spit, poo, burp and steal every adult's attention - but really, I have a lot in common with them. They, just like me, have recently become a part of a great family and they, just like me, have got the rest of their lives to grow and be a part of it (and fight for attention). And truth be told...over that weekend I think I spilt more food and drink on my clothes than they did.

Maybe I'm just half Sydney and half Brisbane. Maybe I'm half cool-busy-child hating-money spending-city loving girl...and half sentimental-family loving-quiet living-peaceful-hippie girl...? In a big country with so many pizza restaurants...anything is possible.