I can't believe my luck. Or my bad luck, as the case seems to be.
Everything fell into place timewise for me to be able to be in Queensland for Dad's 60th birthday.
I planned for a Harley Trike to pick Mum adn Dad up, take them on a one hour drive throught the bendy hills of Mt Tambourine, and up to what looked to be a fab restaurant in a rainforest. In the spirit of the Big 60th Surprise Birthday Stuff Up, I wouldn't have thought universal forces would have conspired once again to stuff up a perfectly good surprise!
The big day arrived, and we all sat round the kitchen table, waiting - on my instruction - to leave at 11.30am. This was when a big biker bloke was to come humming through the gates of my parent's complex, install them in the Harley Trike, and whisk them up the mountain. I was planning to take their car and meet them there.
11.20am rolled by....11.30 rolled by...I sms'd the driver to let him know the pass code for the front gate....
11.35...call from driver. "Hi Melanie...bad news".
My heart sank. "Yes...where are you Paul?"
"Er...we just blew the gear box in the trike. We're stuck in the middle of the road and won't be moving till the tow truck picks us up. In three hours."
"I'm really, REALLY sorry. But this bike is going nowhere. We can send two motorbikes...they could be there in an hour or so."
"Er...no thanks. I don't think that will work. Not quite the same effect."
"Can we arrange alternate transport? A limousine perhaps?"
"Er, thanks but, we not quite what I had in mind, and we need to be at the restaurant in 45 mins. Can we please postpone the trikes for another time...we need to leave now to make our booking."
Anyway...Plan B moved into action, and we drove up the long and scenic hill to Songbird's Retreat - a fabulous restaurant and accommodation provider tucked away in the Gold Coast Hinterland.
Everything about Songbird's is perfect - the setting, the staff, the service, the food, and the resident ducks who run around the entrance to the outdoor loos.
It was one of the best meals I've ever had, in one of the most beautiful settings imaginable.
For a starter I had the Tempura Coated Soft Shell Crab, and for the main, I had a MOUTH-WATERING Pan-Seared Sirloin of Wagyu Beef. I wanted to see if it was as good as the square inch I had at 41. It was. Oh GOD it was yummy.
Dad seemed to enjoy himself and the meal too, and the plate of desserts was equally stunning.
It was a lunch to remember! Happy 60th birthday Dad!