Everyone’s talking about Mavis’s Kitchen. It’s the place to go in the Tweed Shire. I’m staying at Mistere Urliup, a short drive away so I’m planning to check what the fuss is all about. Snaking through the hinterland, I feel like I could be on the North Shore of Hawaii with the Dole pineapple plantation to the west. It’s lush. It’s green and there’s a magical feeling. It’s hard to describe. Like the energy, you get when you’re surfing a wave.