Since I had more than one recommendation, the Australian meal became a two-part endeavour. While making my way around the city to see a few of the Banksy pieces, I stopped at Tuck Shop's East Village location, where I had my first (and certainly not last) Aussie meat pie.

Later in the evening, the Mrs. and I were joined by the Australia native PbodyPhoto and a friend at The Australian in Midtown, where we enjoyed kangaroo, barramundi, and Coopers ales . Much to the dismay of the table, the restaurant's Tim Tams supply had been exhausted earlier in the day.


Next up.. Austria