Noosa Heads culinair

We make a stop in Noosa Heads, the last beach to get a good surf. So Harry rents a board for the afternoon and hits the rolling waves, while I carefully work on some nice tan.
For dinner we head to the river, where my sister Hanneke recommended us to go visit the restaurant of a couple she met at the Terra Madre festival in Italy. When we ask about the owners, the waitress tells us they went bankrupt, but the restaurant manager has taken over the restaurant and keeps it up in their style. Inside the place it looks promising and smells very tempting, so we decide to eat here anyways. Seated outside overlooking the sunset over the river we enjoy a beautiful dinner.