All the good foods that shouldn’t have come to an end

Symrose’s with their trusty and loyal customers before closure. Source: Supplied.  

All good things come to an end – a shitty statement made by martyrs on life. To me, all good things should cease to come an end, because why would we get rid of good things? This surge of anger has manifested in the closure of some university classics, which used to fuel me at either 10 or 3am, and now, are nothing but a faint, tummy rumbling memory. 

Otto’s curly fries: 

Now this one tore my heart out. To end one term, with curly fries loaded into a soggy cardboard box, to arrive to another with a damn new menu? Otto’s, Otto’s, Otto’s… now this felt like a betrayal. Walking up to the counter, noticing a menu re-brand, searching for curly fries – yet nothing. Regular Otto’s supporter, Amy Morrison, said her heart sunk when the curly fries left. “I was actually so upset. They were so cheap and delicious, and now they’re gone. So hard when it was my go to place.”  

I took it up with UCSA President Luc MacKay to ask what was going on. And honestly, his response was unfortunately reasonable. 

“Whilst the curly fries back in their day were prime, sadly the suppliers pricing, and consistent availability became an issue as the curly fries were grown and produced in Australia,” MacKay said. 

Otto’s whopping portions before they departed. Source: Supplied 

They didn't feel comfortable having to drastically increase the price for students, so instead opted to support a New Zealand potato growing supplier for a reliable and affordable chip.  

“We know this is a disappointment to many, me included, but the supply price and availability just wasn't there for it. We consistently ensure that our offerings are as valuable to students as possible and are always assessing new options.” 

Yes, I am upset. But yes, I understand. And if you still see me in there getting gravy and chips – mind your own business.  

Big Gary’s:  

Despite it being well before my time, Big Gary’s on Riccarton Road shut its doors this August. It was known for its disco like nature after 11pm, and being open until 3am on Fridays and Saturdays – creating a cult-like following of loyal customers. 

Store owner David told The Press he took ownership of Big Gary’s around two years ago. 

“I miss them, all the loyal customers, some of them come here basically every week,” he told The Press. 

“I wish I could serve them for longer but because the business is very bad, I have to close to survive.” 

Big Gary took to Facebook saying “It has been incredibly difficult for me to break this news myself, but the news is out, and the time has come to speak from my heart. Please tag anyone who may need to know about this.” 

For 40 years, Boss Gary stood behind the counter of his beloved burger joint, flipping patties and serving smiles to generations of hungry students and young people. Every day, he poured his heart into each burger, cherishing the joy and laughter that filled the cozy space. It was a labor of love, connecting him with the community. 

He remembered the names and stories of his regulars, shared in their triumphs and setbacks, and watched grow from eager teenagers into accomplished adults. 

Now, after four decades, Boss Gary has hung up his apron. I feel embarrassed to not have indulged in a national treasure, but I’ll have to trust Gary’s legacy was as beautiful as his burgers. 

Café 101: 

In the heart of the bustling UC campus, resides a wee café tucked in the Psychology building. Café 101 has been slinging coffees for many years, and always providing service with a smile. Word on the street was that it may be shutting down, so I took it upon myself to go ask. A lovely worker unfortunately confirmed the truth of the rumour. Café 101 could not speak at this time, but it is with a heavy heart we see a well-loved and appreciated café depart. 

Symrose’s: Lads completing their red card at the best stop in town Symrose’s. Source: Supplied.  

The loss of the century was undoubtedly the loss of Symrose’s which is off Ilam Road. In the past, there was nothing more delectable than concluding a dusty mono night (rip) with a butter chicken on chips down the road. Open ‘til literally 4am every night, the vibes were always immaculate. The music was always so loud that it was hard to order, and the dusty chats with strangers were always a joy. Your hangover was always heightened by 400% when you woke up to a video of you dancing on their Instagram, despite thinking it was a good decision in the moment. We miss you Symrose’s, and we hope you miss us too.