Super Sundays
Let’s face it, weekends are not great anymore when it’s Sunday. It’s the beginning of a new week and you know what lies ahead. But Super Sundays are different. They are different because they don’t always happen, at least not often as you would like them to. On a Super Sunday you go to your favourite burger place for lunch and enjoy the succulent taste of flame grilled beef with crispy bacon and egg and ceaser salad to go as a side dish. If you haven’t tried caesar salad with your burger yet you should, otherwise you are missing out. When it’s chilly and windy at 4.30 in the afternoon, you just can’t resist the warmth of the best hot chocolate in Sydney. That’s when you stroll up to Lindt cafe on Martin Place, one of the only three in Australia(the other two happen to be in Sydney as well). The best of Super Sundays is super stuff doesn’t stop from there. They keep coming. I mean, how often do you see a swiss going for the sixth Wimbledon title in a row? And not only against any other player, it’s against his archrival the Spaniard. You can’t afford to miss the battle between the king and the prince on the holy grail of tennis, not even if you have to be up at 3.15 am. And wait, what about those guys reaching speeds over 300km/h at Silverstone? You just can’t get enough of the lot driving full throttle in the pouring rain, spinning around on the mirror like track trying their best to maintain the grip, there’s no traction control this year remember? This is all too super to happening on a sunday, but hey, I am not complaining!
