A couple Saturdays ago, Demis and I were feeling very un-hungry.

The Friday night had consisted of work drinks, leaving me full of beer and empty of food...naturally resulting in a last-minute craving for pizza - which we ate (actually we each ate) while chewing down other salty snacks (I truly wonder how I stay thin sometimes...) and watching Miss Congeniality 2 (I can't believe I just admitted that).

We ate so much that we had to sleep sitting up for fear our food would fall out.

On the Saturday, we started the day with every intention of having a nice long walk through China Town, only we accidentally stopped by a Chinese pastry shop and without realising it bought pork buns and mooncakes...and this logically led to us going to the movies and watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

And you just can't watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory without eating an extra large popcorn and a packet of bullets (chocolate really does taste delicious when wrapped around small bits of liquorice - it's almost as though the flavour is trying to be sweet but can't and so it's pulled down with slight bitterness only to end in a soft semi-sweet but not quite sweet enough state that just makes you end up needing more).

So, Saturday night came and we realised that our diet had not been one that could lead and inspire young adults into wonderful worlds of nutrition, in fact it really hadn't even ventured out of the one food group. We felt horribly full, horribly Augustus Gloop, and horribly un-hungry. The best solution (also considering that the next day was Father's Day and would involve immense amounts of pork) seemed to be to go and get a light yet decent meal that would balance the damage and ease our starting-to-hurt stomachs.

The problem with feeling un-hungry though, is that you can't decide - let alone agree - on what to eat. My stomach craved a light vegetable soup or salad, and Demis craved something meaty or pasta.

We decided to try Ash's Café just down the road. With so many Italian/Japanese/German/Indian etc specialities these days, it's easy to forget that cafés still exist and can offer a bit of everything without the who-ha.

Although often quite dead during the week it's bright and alive on weekends - but it's alive in a it's-cold-let's-get-inside kind of way - which is nice. It reminds of you of school days when you were too young to hang out at bars and all you did was meet at some local Café and wait to see what or who the night brought you.

The staff were extremely friendly and efficient yet not so interested in you that they made you feel that you had to pay attention. They gave you a menu, took your order, served your food, made sure you weren't needing anything else, and then they let you be.

When you are feeling un-hungry it's exactly what you want.

As for the food? Well their menu had everything from seafood to mashed potato - and everything smelt and looked pretty good. But when one is un-hungry, one is not the wisest. So although I felt like a light salad or vegetable soup (which they did have on their menu), I ordered Peking Duck risotto with bok choy.

Those of you that understand the difference in flavour between a light vegetable soup and Peking Duck...will understand why I just could not stomach more than a mouthful, and why I ended my night even more un-hungry than I started it.

I think at an optimum state humans are like cafés - capable of offering so much and with the potential to be whatever they want. But we are what we eat and I guess when one fills their body with salts, sugars and fats, they lack the strength, appreciation and ingredients to offer much of anything...let alone make adequate eating decisions!