Butter is a sneaker shop in Surry Hills.
The window display is full of sneakers. Champagne glasses too. But mostly sneakers.
I was wearing my daggy pair of Gola sneakers. They’re handmade but nobody cares about that because they’re daggy and they’re Gola.
I didn’t want to buy any shoes at Butter because they were all hi-tops and I had white Adidas hi-tops when I was nine and there’s a picture of me in my hi-tops and my jeans tucked into my socks and I had a flat top because it was the eighties and I went to a catholic primary school and in the photo I had just done my first confirmation and in the photo I’m holding my confirmation certificate and rosary beads and I had a flat top which is worth mentioning twice because it was a flat top and there’s a photo of it.
In Butter there were brands like Adidas and Nike and ASICS and some new brands but also old forgotten ones like British Knights. When I was fourteen I had a pair of British Knights which isn’t important except that when I was fourteen I didn’t have a flat top any more and I had stopped tucking my jeans into my socks and there’s no photo of that is there because everybody wants to take photos of kids in white shirts with rosary beads but nobody wants to take photos of kids with undercuts and flannelette shirts tied around their waists.
That was in the 80s though so I don’t have to worry about the photos being online.
Inside Butter the walls were black.
The menu was written in a familiar looking sans-serif that I stared at because I knew it but I couldn’t quite pick it. The way the diagonal strokes on the ‘K’ met in the middle, the low bar on the ‘A’, the curved ‘3’, the full height diagonal bars on the ‘W’, the absence of a stem on the ‘U’, the straight non-tapered single quote, the counter on the ‘C’, the round ‘y’!
What was that typeface?
I ordered the chicken sandwich with pickles, dashi butter and a side of slaw. A chicken sandwich has chicken on a burger bun.
The chicken was fried. I think after they fried it they poured butter over it before putting it on a buttered bun. The menu said dashi butter but I couldn’t taste the dashi in the butter either because there was more butter than dashi or because I also ordered a side of the “hot AF” chili sauce which turned out to be gochujang or because I have no idea what dashi tastes like.
The coleslaw was in a little tub like at KFC except it had black sesame seeds on top. I ate it with a fork. The coleslaw, not the burger. I ate the burger with my hands. I’m not a weirdo.
What kind of weirdo sits alone in a sneaker shop with a fork eating a fried chicken sandwich with Japanese and Korean condiments while staring at the menu trying to figure out what typeface it’s written in?
I used the refresher towel when I was done.
The food was OK.
The Food was OK 