fitzroyalty

On the Brunswick St door of St Mary’s House of Welcome.

After a fun afternoon at the recent blogger meetup, where I met Northcote local Vetti, we decided to get together again to further discuss our interest in all things local. Vetti recommended a great bar called Joe’s Shoe Store on High St that I had not been to before, and it was a relaxing place to spend time drinking the excellent Melbourne made 2 Brothers beer on tap and eating pizza from Pizza Meine Liebe (reviewed by many including Melbourne Gastronome and Where’s the Beef?) next door.

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Eccentrically dressed bicycle riding Fitzroy hipsters are not a product of twenty-first century postmodernism. In this amusing anecdote from The Argus, Thursday, 27 April, 1933, p11, a young woman called Beatrice from Nicholson St Fitzroy appears in court charged with hanging on to a car for propulsion while riding her bike on St Kilda Rd. Her court appearance ensemble is described as ‘a sweater, with a short skirt and golf socks’. She’d fit in on Brunswick St today for her fashion as well as her attitude. She’s like so totally Gen Y.

On a recent Friday night I enjoyed a splendid dinner with a friend at Mutti’s Austrian restaurant on Elgin St in Carlton. The food and beer are fantastic, and it has already been positively reviewed by Hookturns, Melbourne delectable and Sarah cooks. There’s only one trivial thing wrong with Mutti’s – the music. On arrival I was greeted by an elevator muzak version of The Rolling Stones’ ‘Miss You’. Later I recognised a muzak version of ‘I Shot the Sherriff’. It’s a good thing Bob Marley was a pacifist. I’m not sure about Eric Clapton, but Keith Richards is likely to chop the mutti down when faced with offences against music. But I digress…

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