before I went to HK. I seem to not be able to remember it. Well, not too well. That and I am hungover after being awake for more than two days, unable to sleep on a plane and being generally…well…drunk. I love Singapore Airlines. Moreso, I love Melbourne tap water, after being the boiling queen, it seems like a revelation to not squint and taste someone else’s metallic pee when sucking liquid straight from the sink. My brain is telling me that this was lunch at St Jude’s and I eated courtesy of them, so I guess, I can’t really say anything else other than ...
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to Andrew McConnell. I am sure everyone loves him because he is the Chef of the Year and such. People rave about his restaurants and find it difficult to get a booking, but this experience, moreso than the others, made me want to get down on one knee. Ok, I don’t believe in marriage, but maybe get down on one knee and ask for his surf clam bouillabaisse recipe which went along-side my main. Sigh. It was…a religious experience. It was a plate-licking experience. We’ll start from the beginning, shall we? Yes, we sat at the bar and had a few drinks before we started. Why not? ...
I first visited Charcoal Lane in September last year. This white building used to be home of Victorian Aboriginal Health Service (VAHS). I have shady memories of walking past a prominent black, yellow and red coloured building almost everyday to and from Uni. And now it has become this white and somewhat majestic building. From the outside, one would never think that this is a restaurant. It will be good if there are big glass windows or glass doors to peer into this elegant looking restaurant.
I usually reserve Sundays as me-time. As time to read, reflect, drink on my own, recover or wander about aimlessly and secretly creep into a gym and sweat off the previous night’s discretions. This weekend saw none of that, ok, maybe the very controlled exercise, but I finally had a belated catch-up with my favourite cousin. And yes, I have a favourite cousin, people claim they don’t have favourites, but they’re lying. They’re all lying and I can admit that I am shallow. It was all planned, a late afternoon breakfast/lunch depending on how disgusting we got the night before. That being said, ...
Mister (Th0i3) was not fully satisfied from our lunch at Min Lokal and suggested that we checked out Monsieur truffee on Smith Street. Can I do it? A chocolate indulgence straight after lunch? I tried to convince myself that I would have just one hot chocolate. As many cafes around here, the interior is furnished with odd pieces of furniture, decoratives and beaded curtains. And I do adore the paper origami chairs. They had little plates of tasting chocolate bits and I tried them all. They were so good! You should be there to see the big grin on my face. ...
Having heard good things from fellow food bloggers, Jess and Cindy, we decided to head down to Min Lokal for lunch. We used to live around the area but it has been awhile since we have moved. But Mister remembered that it used to be something else before Min Lokal took over. It is always nice to find cafes like these in the residential part of the Fitzroy. It is tucked away from the busy streets of Fitzroy and Collingwood and I guess that is what makes it a more relaxing cafe to hang out and feel lazy.
For those of you who are cool or like to have an excuse to wear lycra, polyester or things with sequins, then you were probably at Roller Disco last Saturday. For those of you who like to have an excuse to roller blade throughout the city without getting entirely beaten up for being “a fag,” then you were probably at Roller Disco last Saturday. For those of you who just like shiny things, or are addicted to your Facecrack events, then, you were probably at Roller Disco last Saturday. I…well, I was at work. And then I partied on a roof somewhere and didn’t ...
Sure, it’s not your typical Sunday lunch, as the Lincoln family noted, but it was a lunch nonetheless. Something different, new and in the day-time: something we’re not used to seeing each other in. This is the fourth Sunday lunch that Cutler and Co have held and it is something more casual, an encouragement of booze, or perhaps that is the company I keep. The seven of us, occupying a booth usually reserved for six started our day with a few pints at the Worker’s Club. On being seated, as casual as the service appears, it isn’t. It’s still polished, noticeably ...
Raffles Place is another old time favourite places to eat while we were living in Collingwood/Brunswick. It looks a little old and rundown but strangely enough, it has an old skool Singaporean charm. The restaurant is divided into 2 parts, the kitchen & the dining area. The walls are painted pink and is lined with old colonial photos of Singapore and write ups from Elizabeth Chow.
The place was half full when we got there. Plonked ourselves on the table at the end, order 2 lattes and looked at the menu. It had a pretty impressive breakfast menu. There was something catered to almost everyone. From the simple sourdough toast with a choice of Birdman jam to grilled kippers with fried potato & horseradish.
Both of us ordered the classic hot chocolate a serving of churros to share. And this must be one of the thickest hot chocolate I have ever had. Just velvety richness from each sip. It was almost as thick as the little chocolate pots that we had to go with the churros. Each mouthful of chocolate-dipped crunchy yet soft churros was just heavenly. And I kept licking the chocolate and icing sugar off my fingers. Just so good!
It was a beautiful Sunday. It was relaxing and decided to find a new place to eat. Don (301 Brunswick St Fitzroy) has been around for ages but we never really ventured in when we were living in that area during our student days. It was a little extravagant during that time and to be frank, was not into food and exploration of taste buds.
word spread a few weeks ago that there were vegan crepes available at the wick on brunswick street. naturally, i took it upon myself to go check it out for myself. the wick is a weird little place, which kind of seems like it doesn’t know if it wants to be a bar, a hippy shop or a creperie. it certainly isn’t as adorable as i feel a creperie could be. anyway. the first time i went, i had a white chocolate and strawberry crepe. it took FOREVER to arrive, because, as the woman working there informed me, she had ...
After finding ourselves in the city after a lesson at CAE at 9.30 on Monday night, we were starving and frankly, the thought of food was the only thing keeping us from not going home due to exhaustion of busy-ness. C thought of Supper Inn, which excited me beyond belief. Supper Inn holds a bit of nostalgia for me, as it was the place where my parents took me the night before I was due to start orientation at uni a while ago. Also, in my two-and-half years in Melbourne, I had heard lots about the famed congee (or rice ...
