In about mid 1988 I moved from my first IT job at the (then) State Bank of NSW to join a weird IT co-operative called TCG (Technical Computing and Graphics).
It was located in Chippendale, a kind of nether-region between Sydney city proper and Redfern.
From a quick bit of Googling it appears TCG has all but disappeared. Their web site looks a million years old. It certainly doesn't look like a modern functioning company's web site.
TCG was run by "Poppa" Fritz and his son Peter Fritz.
Both seemed nice enough people but Peter, at least, let me down on more than one occasion. But that is another blog post for another time (and it's not really about Peter anyway).
This post is about my favourite lunchtime haunt; Sonia's Malaysian Restaurant.
At my first job I had developed a love for Malaysian food.
To this day the best Ayam Bali and Satay I've ever had come from a hole-in-the wall that was across the street from the State bank's IT headquarters in Whitlam Square (Oxford st).
So when I moved to TCG I felt lucky to find Sonia's around the corner.
I dined there often for lunch and often alone. Nobody I worked with wanted Malaysian food as often as I did.
I didn't think about it too much. It was lunch. What was there to think about?
Sometimes the place would be empty but for me. The food was great but it was lunch time in a strange place.
As a result I got to know Sonia. Sonia was/is an actual person.
Her and her team would look after me.
One day I arrived for lunch and Sonia had made some changes.
Suddenly there were more waitresses than usual and they were wearing far less than usual.
I didn't think too much about it. It was a lovely bonus but I was only there for the food.
I ordered a chilli prawn dish that I'd never had before.
To this day it is the hottest thing I have ever eaten and it tasted FANTASTIC.
I don't think I could do it again especially if I knew what was coming...the heat I mean.
Aside from being the hottest dish I had ever eaten, it was also the fastest dish through my system. But that's not why we're here...
As I cried and sweated my way through this meal, enjoying every bit of it, I was "comforted" by one of the scantily clad women.
It was weird but I wasn't going to complain. Surely she knew I wasn't in real distress?
It was around this time I noticed more women upstairs than downstairs. I'd never been upstairs and decided at that point in time that I probably should never go upstairs.
It was around this time, after returning to work, that I discovered Sonia's surname was Saffron.
It turned out that Sonia was Abe Saffron's daughter. Abe was one of Sydney's big time crime bosses.
If the chilli prawns didn't make me...well...you know, then that news did!!
Needless to say I never went back to Sonia's.
I lamented the passing of another great Malaysian restaurant and moved on.
After that Sonia's Malaysian Restaurant turned into the "Black Market Cafe". The name probably tells you all you need to know.
Then, again in fairly short order, the Black Market Cafe started running "Hellfire Club" nights. Again, your imagination is probably right.
Then it was pretty much 24/7 Hellfire. They even had a "Day Club" where inside it was really night and still "Hellfire".
I only know this because I was still working nearby and even after that drove past it a lot!!
I was only ever there for the food. Honest. HONEST. Shame on you for thinking that ;-)
There's no point to this post. Just a weird snippet from my early IT days.