This week: a visit to South Wharf, a parma bigger than MY HEAD, and slightly more home cooked meals.
Tired of going to lunch at wineries? Yeah, me too. Wineries are so last year – the latest destination dining is in a garden. Okay, that is not true. But we did eat lunch in a garden recently when Annette and Terry, Alastair’s mum and step-dad, arrived the other week for a visit. They arrived […]
Disclosure: I dined courtesy of Touche Hombre. The Melbourne craze for Mexican food continues full steam ahead, with Touché Hombre being one of the latest to open in the past month or so. The team behind it, Maison Davis, have obviously had a bit of fun putting the restaurant together. There’s many tongue in cheek […]
This week: lots of brunches, fancy dinners, and not enough home cooking.
Named after one of Buenos Aires oldest neighbourhoods, San Telmo is one of Melbourne’s recentish additions to the Latin American inspired dining scene. And judging by my meal there over the Easter weekend with Alastair, Hazzie and Gazman: it’s a good one. Opened late last year, San Telmo is a casual style eatery serving Argentinean […]
This week: pretty quiet, though we did visit Reading Room cafe again, and had lunch in Dromana. Hurrah. And the weather this weekend – gorgeous!
Disclosure: I dined courtesy of Spoonbill and The Olsen hotel I took art in my first year of high school, but quit when I realised that my drawing skills were limited to cartoon horses and cows. Funnily enough, doodles and cartoons won’t get you good grades in art – weird right? Despite my low artistic […]
The reason I haven’t eaten at many of Melbourne’s newest, hippest restaurants isn’t because I shy away from hype. It’s because of that damned no booking trend. I’m not a no booking person. I like knowing that I can book a table and be seated at a certain time. So lining up for a table […]
This week: EASTER LONG WEEKEND, KIDS! Wahooooooooooo. Also, the husband cooked (!!!!!), dinner at Duchess of Spotswood, awesome Thai lunch, San Telmo and pork belly.
Well now it’s April, and the Melbourne Food and Wine Festival seems like a distant memory. And thank *goodness* for that, because the few weeks of MFWF really stretched my eating pants. Metaphorically of course – those who know me personally know that I don’t wear trousers (because I’m mostly in dresses, in case you […]keep looking »