Somehow this one has avoided posting for about a month. I need to stop getting corn fritters and try something else. On this day we went to the North Melbourne Market. Pretty things were sold there :)
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.
Hawk & Hunter Small Batch Glen Eira Avenue, Ripponlea
With luck, we secured a window seat for brunch on a late Sunday morning. Predictable me trialed the Mexican corn fritters which turned out quite bland. Black beans don’t have much taste to begin with but the kernels weren’t sweet either. Plenty of avo, though still not one of my favourites.
North Carlton Canteen 1008 Lygon Street, North Carlton
Breakfast: pumpkin and feta fritters means its salty. I was reminiscing again, but couldn’t remember what memory I was trying to dredge. Otherwise, it tasted good with what I had absentmindedly registered as sweet chilli, but that’s a statement made hesitantly. Going to need confirmation for this.
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.
Exploring is exciting, but Melbourne is enough to satisfy me at the moment. I spaz enough when I visit a new suburb. Pre-lunch latte. Creamy. Corn fritters w avocado, smoked salmon, poached egg & harissa hollandaise
I compiled a written list of cafes suspected to offer corn fritters - ah the extent of my obsession >.> Which isn’t too bad, considering I came close to choosing the pulled pork tacos. It was almost a question of individuality. ^^;
Just ripe avocado, mildly salty salmon and the goodness of crisp, sweet fritters. Creamy hollandaise and yolk filled in the gaps. Credits to L for teaching me a valuable lesson: take my time drinking coffee. My distress at not being able to smell the cranberries in her flat white prompted me to pace myself and really take in the aroma. A short, but definite whiff of butterscotch brought me back to food technology and a wheelchair in year eight. Something dark was there too, though now that I think about it, currants didn’t seem right.
The next hour or two was spent playing word association. Interesting results.
The Petty Officer 113 Victoria Ave Albert Park, VIC
Good grub and coffee is always welcome after an all nighter, involving a terrifyingly illogical Japanese horror movie (The Pulse, if you’re interested), excess popcorn and carbonated alcohol and a failed LOTR marathon.
The cafe is very airy and spacious. Tall windows allows for natural light to stream through, painting temporary rainbow patterns across those within its grasp.
Flat white.
Latte. Creamy and fragrant, a second order implies consistency.
House smoked Ocean Trout on Potato Croquette with Beetroot Relish, Spinach, Preserved Lemon Yoghurt & a Poached Egg
Corn, Zucchini & Mint Fritters with Bloody Mary salsa, Celery salt & Creme Fraiche
When this arrived, my immediate thought was ‘KFC’, and oddly enough, that wasn’t because of their similar, deep fried and wrinkled appearance. Whilst they were on the petite side, I thoroughly enjoyed this. The salsa provides a sour buzz.
There aren’t many cafes I’ll go out of my way to eat at, but The Petty Officer is one I’d be happy to revisit.