Joel was convinced that tapas was just sandwiches, so I had to play my birthday card to get him to take me. We went to The Mint in Victoria, which was dark and underground and variously ethnic.
We had the samosas, which were excellent, but I think I prefer my samosas to be crusty and greasy and from a paper bag.
We also had choyela, which was a beef tenderloin spiced with ginger and lime and chilis and served chilled. It was the flavoringest thing I have ever eaten, and I would gladly eat it a thousand times more.
And then we split a bowl of spicy noodle soup with peanuts and caramelized onions. Splitting soup is trickier than you want it to be, and we made a fantastic mess.
I would do this again.