So the original plan was to head to the St Kilda market, except we got hungry first and stopped, near a tram stop, for lunch.
The usual big turnout for Sunday stuffings. We were fortunate enough to get a seat almost immediately though, at the outdoor communal bar. Blue skies overhead, inevitable spying upon tennis players. Life was good.
Even with the crowd they were still able to substitute the bacon for salmon on my corn fritters which means a lot to a not-so-fond-of-bacon person like me. While I did like the beetroot relish, I’d rather have it with a steak. Otherwise, it ticked the mandatory boxes of sweet corn kernels and crispy exterior :)
Lately I haven’t been keen on writing about corn fritters, since I’ve developed a more concrete bias if they have avocado and/or sour cream as a side. The way they smear and their respective idiosyncrasies seems to meld a forkful of the fritter so nicely!
Amusing thing was we never got to the market so we should have just left the car at home. Be friendly, take pt.
I hate how a single person is enough to spoil whatever happy memories I had of a place. Now it’s just an overflowing pot of darkness, foolish activity and endless contemplation of the inconceivable.