When I lived in Sydney, there was a Turkish bakery just round the corner. Its speciality was dough (baked plain, it was flatbread) spread with a mixture of finely ground lamb, mint, paprika, chilli and egg.
Blistered until pillow-puffy in a fierce oven, it was sprinkled with coriander and wrapped, with lemon wedges, in clean, white paper. It was hard to not eat any on the 100m walk home.
Imagine my excitement, then, when I saw a section headed "flat breads" in the menu on the very beautiful website of this new place in Wynyard Quarter. Toppings mentioned include shredded lamb, figs and walnut, anchovy and pomegranate molasses.
Imagine my disappointment at the Alibaba (should the witless name have sounded a warning?): a small, stodgy and characterless pizza-style base, topped with a tomato sauce with none of the spiciness mentioned on the menu. My companions and I picked through the mess in search of the beef strips and even found a few. This abomination cost $24.50.