“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.”
Or is it really nonsense or just a distortion of sense? Is it possible to infer a meaning and engage in the verse’s narrative to comprehend the lexical allusion that underlies the surface of this poem? ‘Callooh Callay’ sounds like an expression, a nonsensical one of celebration and joy, like ‘hooray’ or ‘hurrah’!
Ice cream with bacon bits nonsense or just distortion of sense for a few hours?
The wackiness of this poem reflects the menu at Cuckoo Callay’s Bacon Festival. Bacon, chocolate covered on waffles with ice cream? What? That’s nonsense! Yep, ‘What a Croque of Bacon’! I’m dining there on Valentine’s Day so ‘Don’t Go Bacon My Heart’. These names are indeed on the menu. It may be nonsense, but get over this mind hurdle and welcome to the new normal when you take a few minutes to look at Cuckoo Callay’s menu.
Cafe owners Ibrahim Moubadder (‘Ibby’) and Eleanor Harris (‘Ela’) with a passion and a vision for food and bringing something different to Newtown, have had Cuckoo Callay for just over a year that is bringing in the crowds. I was there are 230pm, a time normally outside lunch hours, but Ibby says to me, “I’ve been here since 7.30am and there have been huge queues since then.” The Newtown crowd and people outside the area are catching on Cuckoo Callay’s quirkiness and ability deliver ‘different’ to you and me. There’s something good going for them.
The day I visited was on Valentine’s Day and also it so happens to be the 9th year that Ibby is in Australia after leaving his home country of the beautiful Lebanon.
Food on this menu is not for the faint hearted, but perfect for as day after hangover food.
This celebration of the Bacon Festival and the humble hog includes a partnership with Black Forest Smokehouse in Marrickville, who are supplying Cuckoo with meat from local NSW pig farms.
Opening hours:
Monday – Friday | 6am – 4pm
Saturday | 8am – 4pm
Sunday | 8am – 3pm
