When you receive a vague email asking whether you’d be interested in attending a pizza restaurant opening that requires a bit of travel, there is only one answer.
“When do I leave?”
I’ve been lucky enough to have been invited to many events over the past couple of years- everything from mystery beer parties in secret locations to fancy-pants charity events but this one sounded particularly interesting and I couldn’t wait to pack my bag. (Okay, bagS, plural. I’ve never been very good at packing light.)
The trip was only a week or so away and I’d decided to do what I sometimes do with these kinds of gigs and purposely not read too much into the itinerary, so that I’m pleasantly surprised along the way. I however quickly discovered that it would take us almost a full 2 days of travelling to reach our final destination. Hardly the “quick weekend away” that I was expecting… this was going to be interesting!
2 planes, a barge and a 10-hour four-wheel-drive journey later and it was very easy to believe that we had arrived at the most western point of Australia and boy, wasn’t she worth it?
Welcome to Dirk Hartog Island, Western Australia.
Rolling sand dunes, rare native wild flowers and turtles nesting near the azure waters- all virtually unaffected by humans. It was breathtaking and absolutely worth the 2 days of travelling, even if I was wedged in between a bunch of smelly boys with cameras.
Considering the cross-country adventure we’d just undertaken to get to the island, it was hard not to feel a little Dora The Explorer-esque.
Kicking off our shoes, rolling up our jeans and grabbing our cameras, it didn’t take us long before we had ventured down the rusty red cliff faces to the crystal clear rock pools, shucking our own oysters fresh from the ocean. (Who needs Rockpool Bar & Grill when you can go straight to the source?)
After sitting back with a glass of champagne and quietly inhaling the beauty of the fairy floss sunset that Western Australia are famous for, it was time to take our table at the world’s most #RemoteRistorante.
And here’s where that first email started to make sense.
You see, Dr. Oetker’s pizza just happens to be my favourite frozen pizza- and they didn’t even pay me to say that. The fungi is by far my favourite (I’ll go a Hawaiian as a back-up) and I’ve been known to travel to a Woolworths further than my local JUST so I can get my fat little hands on one.
To prove their brand belief: that you can in fact get delicious, restaurant quality pizza no matter where you live in the world, the guys at Dr. Oetker had decided to host a pop-up pizzeria…right here on Dirk Hartog Island.
Now, I’ve eaten at some of the best restaurants in the world.
We’re talking 5 star, 3 hat establishments that you only read about in glossy magazines or drool over on Instagram.
I’ve eaten pizza in Italy, I’ve watched the dough be made from scratch right in front of my eyes but none of that compares to chowing down on my favourite fungi pizza whilst watching the sun go down, whales breaching with some new-found friends in my very own backyard.
Dirk Hartog Island- you played hard to get but I’m so glad I was up for the challenge. A truly breath-taking slice of isolated paradise.
Thanks for having me Dr. Oetker, it was truly an event to remember.