As unofficial spokesperson for Women Who Love Facial Hair and Good Food, I can say that the Darwin Festival is enough to make you camp out at the venue year round. When the festival was over, I spent countless days in a foetal position wailing. At first I thought it was a withdrawal symptom after one too many creme brulees, nutella pancakes and salted caramel ice creams. The fat kid inside of me and I mentally high-fived each other after this week of dessert extravagance.
The reason I wanted to retreat to my room for a big old face-in-pillow kind of sob, was because I'm going to miss my favourite mustached men in Australia. The Gourmet Goons. They put a spring in your step, a twinkle in your eye, maybe even create world peace if given enough time. And they make baby burgers. Which actually is world peace in a bun.