Smoked Salmon @ West 48
I question the practicality of going to the foam party when I have such a bad immune system. There there, have some easter eggs that will do horrible wonders for your throat.
Hope you had a happy easter children :)
Smoked Salmon @ West 48
I question the practicality of going to the foam party when I have such a bad immune system. There there, have some easter eggs that will do horrible wonders for your throat.
Hope you had a happy easter children :)
Another week in food. Saw Silver Linings Playbook at Jam Factory and went with Japanese food for dinner. Our nefarious plans for getting drunk failed - I’m never touching sherry again.
The following day we lunched at Miss Chu. Gosh they’re pricey.
Toasties from that cafe at the Grattan street end of uni. I’ve no idea what they’re called but the guy who served me was good looking.
Mart 130
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.
The Little Mule
19 Somerset Place, CBD
Two hours of badminton later (I didn’t even make the entirety of it), we’re hungry, tired and end up at a part-cafe, part-bicycle shop to sate our appetites. There’s two daily specials, tuna salad and a pulled pork burger,and asparagus melt to share between the three of us.
Preserved lemon in the tuna salad provided a nice tang, though it eventually became a bit much for me with the addition of pickled i-can’t-remember-that-vegetable. Would have been better if there was some sweet pumpkin there. I like pumpkin.
Now that I look at the photo, that obscure green object with the burger kinda looks like a leech found its way onto the plate (its a pickle). Plenty of sweet pork and crunchy red cabbage; I enjoyed this one the most.
As for the melt, I’m just not one for too much cheese (it had scamorza as well).
West 48
GP advised a balanced diet, emphasising less beef, more chicken and seafood.
I sigh, big goodbye to that fantastic beef ciabatta option and go with chorizo and beans instead. The latter isn’t bad though - rich and peppery, with lightly toasted bread to handle the extra sauce.
Friday.
PappaRich. Had those vegetarian mutton dish again; I really like that chilli. Stopover at Dessert Story (decided mango is too much for me), then a solo round of second dessert at Snowtree. I wouldn’t return for the yoghurt.
Tell me, what is your definition of a close friend?
Manchester Press
I actually forgot where they were. Walked up to Somerset Place, turned back, went to Little Lonsdale before I decided GPS was a good idea.
It’s a pulled pork bagel with apple slaw ($14) and it is fantastic. Farewell chorizo.
Wide Open Road
274 Barkly Street, Brunswick
Exploring Sydney road; intimidated by the size of Savers and promptly walked out. Bought a pretty purple/white checkered bow that turned out to be a clip (a little dodgy DIY fixed that). I’ve since learnt I’m more willing to spend money on overpriced accessories than clothing. Odd.
Smoked Salmon dill & caper cream cheese on sourdough with a poached egg, rocket & artichoke salad. I just realised that they switched artichoke for purple radish. Pity. NTS: Rocket is a bad idea, especially for solo dining -.- Otherwise, couldn’t fault the plate (other than its size) and I’ll refrain from nitpicking at food pres since my own dishes hardly look presentable.
For some reason, every coffee reminds me of raisins.
Phat Brats @ The People’s Market
Watched The Hobbit (it’s adorable), then dinner at the PM.
Still being stubborn and testing my tolerance levels for chilli with the Chilli Dog. Got a bit of sauce on my philtrum and it burnt. Soft bun, juicy sausage, spring onions for a crisp texture.
The Hardware Societe
118-120 Hardware St, Melbourne CBD
Latte. Damn it, couldn’t tell what that vaguely sweet taste was.
Scrambled eggs. That’s ocean trout. Wae is the bread so tough.
Funny how I’m told not to overthink on the few things that I don’t think too much about.
And damn I miss school.
St. Ali North
815 Nicholson Street, Carlton North
Open 365 days a year - a round of applause please.
T’s Earl Grey. What a cute pot! She doesn’t like milk, so I happily take the mini glass/jugs when she gets tea ^^;
My Mexican Cousin - fried sweet corn fritters, with kasundi, haloumi, greens, tomato and poached eggs
Mmm crispy goodness. A pedant would nitpick at the poached eggs for a partially overcooked yolk. I learnt that fried haloumi can be very hard to stab, but there’s something I like about its high sodium content. Oh and I do like the spiciy jab of the kasundi, though coriander ruins the party.
Visiting cafes can be a fantastic educational experience. Meanwhile, I’m getting sick of cafes and their misleading addresses.
