australia, day 11: a crimson grail.

Nelson was off in the Blue Mountains and I had some practical matters to attend to: printing tickets, buying a white t-shirt, and putting my tooth on Sydney’s best banh mi at Marrickville Pork Roll.

Everything I’ve read about this place warns that there is always a line, any time, night or day. Might I recommend 09:27 Friday morning. No line. And yes, the best banh mi I’ve had, which isn’t saying much, but it was a great sandwich. 

Then, printing: 2 dollars. T-shirt: 4 dollars. 

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