Day 5. April 24. A bridge too far

City Susan was out on the town again tonight to another riverside precinct that didn't exist in the Brisbane of old.

Howard Smith Wharves , located under the Story Bridge, is the ultimate Friday night party place with just about every cuisine on offer.

We ended up at Yoko, a Japanese restaurant, where we feasted on such delicacies as an assorted Sashimi plate with ocean trout, yellowfin tuna and Hiramasa Kingfish,  chicken karaage, and miso caramel soft serve.

That's another thing that has changed beyond recognition from the Brisbane of my youth ... our palates.  Raw fish was not on the menu and if it was the chance of eating it was just about zero.

My siblings and I still give my mother shit about the limited dinner options served at home when we were growing up. It was very much meat and three veg. But the truth is the array of ingredients easily sourced today were not on offer then. There was no nori, edamane or miso. The closest we got to Asian food was a Chinese takeaway and any resemblance to the cuisine of the region it apparently drew inspiration from.

Now there's an A-Z of different countries represented in the restaurants of the city. And there's also a far better recognition of indigenous ingredients. So you can still have your meat and three veg if you like but perhaps try crocodile and  wrap it in a banana leaf, stuff it in a taco. The world is your oyster.