What is it they do, these Lake House people? You think you know yourself, but you don’t. Get organised, book a lunch. Plan the drive - just an hour from Melbourne.
Start with tiny entrée morsels. Order another. Then give in: the full tasting menu, all nine courses to dessert. Somewhere along the way you don’t notice, and you’re drunk.
The lake, the bright wooden cottages - you and all of it, one. Stay the night. You think you should feel remorse, but you don’t. Instead, you throw your credit card out.
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