tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364728762024-03-19T15:04:54.799+11:00Melbourne Food TalesA Sydney girl moves to Australia's food capitalAli-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-59062725876257583802013-02-08T09:27:00.002+11:002013-02-08T09:27:15.725+11:00I've moved....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Both literally and digitally. I am no longer living in Melbourne, instead you can find me in Tamworth and I blog from <a href="http://www.gourmet-townie.blogspot.com/">www.gourmet-townie.blogspot.com</a><br />
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Hope to see you there!</div>
Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-38744234427726694742011-09-12T19:58:00.000+10:002012-01-16T07:39:58.848+11:00Red Hill Brewery CafeRed Hill Brewery Cafe is to restaurants what smart casual is to dress codes. In the middle of the Mornington Peninsula's cellar door mecca, this venue exudes neither the fine dining polish or the calculated casualness of others in the area. Instead it's the real deal rancho-relaxo. Choose the airy dining room with floor to ceiling windows, or the covered deck as you're presented first and foremost with the drinks list. Beer is not surprisingly the focus and if you can't choose between Golden Ale, Wheat Bear, Belgian Blonde or Scotch Ale you can purchase a tasing paddle for $12.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446958016963386466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOckqpNCzRrUaFkyInZJIcrNikNElQ5MDGlTjxq05opx1qH8uYC4Cp5SrmkYZoVFSFkjDUNr_4gi5prLX6JaLLyhjTwTbWZopUBXElKtwtR86QRBlCCPwVQ2BM7LHxqrn_EpZww/s320/Paddle.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>As the ideal venue for long, late lunches you'd be advised to take your time over the brief, but satisfying list of "Nibbles for Sharing". Belgian Nibblies' bite-size slices of Gouda is a strange concept but worth it to sample the salty dipping condiments, almost as moreish as the spicy, ale-roasted nuts. However neither should take precedence over the gooey Stoemp Cakes. Crumbed and fried, these cheesy mashed vegetable patties with housemade mayonnaise are sure to please all.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446958028863228466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiug3Etlt5qFHILaf2WMbEb9FRoVz9F1MqBL9SoEvdGKnkhyphenhyphenY5p4oK9QYgfeMVehTE_2Bfb2oHq7psEuzV11B-beW-cqgB9_fcxVKXwPSW-Gy4gGzKo-aW1_eP58mpZHrsG4YQFOQ/s320/Entree.JPG" />Mains are served quickly so it's not a bad idea to wait and order after you've enjoyed your nibbles. Still, most find it difficult to wait for the venue's star food attraction. An inch thick slab of tender corned beef served on-top of parsnip mash has fellow diners and waitstaff alike hovering like star-struck school girls. The Brewmaster's Ploughmans is the perfect canvas to showcase the Cafe's emphasis on local produce and includes a delightful chunk of pork pie, while another favourite beer standard, the Steak Sandwich, impresses all with its sheer size as it parades from the kitchen to tables. Disappointingly the pork belly fails to crackle but a special of chicken delights with its contrast of rich, creamy mustard sauce and crisp, fresh snow peas. Diners comment on the generous servings, exceptional value at less than $30, while washing it all down with more beer. Wine drinkers are not forgotten, with a brief list of locals by both bottle and glass. Vegetarians, on the other hand, may find life difficult.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEseYF6JGeHU9XHus6SjgyrmYSBcsFLK2grQW_hs3Sc1zyRXAQYt9UEehxL7rStY3zMuu00IKVfyI1GYK_9_XfQ_B7V2-yfgt-39axMGMzEyWouBAF9jXjrTeQZaUw0LETa8Yvxg/s1600-h/beef.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446958625150709314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEseYF6JGeHU9XHus6SjgyrmYSBcsFLK2grQW_hs3Sc1zyRXAQYt9UEehxL7rStY3zMuu00IKVfyI1GYK_9_XfQ_B7V2-yfgt-39axMGMzEyWouBAF9jXjrTeQZaUw0LETa8Yvxg/s320/beef.JPG" /></a>Dessert specials are listed on the wall, if you have space after all that beer. Chocolate sticky date pudding has thick, dark chocolate sauce replacing butterscotch in spectacular fashion, while a rhubarb and almond tart is a civilised, although conservative, way to finish the afternoon. Not enough room? A serving of local cheese, matched to the seasonal beer will wrap things up nicely.<br /><br />Stretching and rolling your way out the door you'll encounter afternoon drinkers enjoying the beer. You'll wish you could join them for just one more pot, if only your stomach had room.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/71/1428102/restaurant/Melbourne/Red-Hill-Brewery-Red-Hill"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 36px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Red Hill Brewery on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/1428102/minilink.gif" /></a>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-53563487139093198252011-07-31T15:33:00.002+10:002012-01-16T07:42:16.100+11:00The Fawkner Bistro Bar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfGYJlmGbmnmBC54dw_UJOyZr7C4wEml5141Is1_02v8z8OcsJyxWLCq82FSN3pE3LrVguO8yU9FdpF0sRm8DaGSbZRpWZiSvAdFWWXoGiwrjCeSKRbeBEy3YvS3kaEEokntZMw/s1600/Fawkner+Bistro+Bar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499945799828480754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfGYJlmGbmnmBC54dw_UJOyZr7C4wEml5141Is1_02v8z8OcsJyxWLCq82FSN3pE3LrVguO8yU9FdpF0sRm8DaGSbZRpWZiSvAdFWWXoGiwrjCeSKRbeBEy3YvS3kaEEokntZMw/s400/Fawkner+Bistro+Bar.jpg" /></a>Floor to ceiling windows through which to observe the bleak winter weather increase the appeal of the Fawkner Bistro Bar's open wood fire. Add a quality list of local and imported wines by the glass and a bowl of unctuous olives and you may stay put all afternoon.<br /><br />Those feeling peckish may be tempted to cross the floor to the restaurant, perhaps motivated to try the widely renowned Fish and Chips. Beer battered King George Whiting fillets demonstrate that simple really is best. Elsewhere on the menu a rib eye cooked to perfection and a tender but under-seasoned duck confit deliver generous serving sizes. Unfortunately such portions are a stark contrast to that of the lone vegetarian main of roast portobello mushroom caps, stuffed with pearl barley and preserved lemon and served with a quenelle of goats cheese. You'll need to make use of the complimentary bread and extensive entree and pasta menus instead.<br /><br />Service has its ups and downs with less than subtle waitresses often dampening the mood. Fortunately a dessert menu hitting well-loved standards, including a warm chocolate brownies and a creme brulee, rounds out the meal well and leaves diners happy to forgive most sins.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>The Fawkner Bistro Bar<br />03 9867 5853<br />52 Toorak Rd West<br />South Yarra<br />Victoria<br /><br />Entrees: $10-18<br />Pasta: $26-27 (entree serves available)<br />Mains: $27-32<br />Desserts: $10-15<br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/71/760676/restaurant/Melbourne/South-Yarra-Toorak/Fawkner-Bistro-Bar-South-Yarra"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 36px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Fawkner Bistro Bar on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/760676/minilink.gif" /></a></div></div>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-31377440564463452802011-05-23T21:38:00.010+10:002011-05-25T20:58:29.147+10:00(some of) My Life in PicturesMy iphone is a relatively new device when it comes to this blog. Sure I've had it for over 2 years now, but how many times have I blogged during that period (ok, don't answer that). It might now be slow and clunky - true Apple genius that ensures I upgrade - but tonight it has given me a fun trip down memory lane.<br /><br />I rarely carry a camera, having realised long ago that my digi-handy-cam of the occasional tourist variety didn't do much justice to the food I was eating. However, I've happily snapped here and there with my iphone with only the best intentions to turn iphone snaps into blog posts. Trouble is, I download my iphone so rarely that the snaps never make it to the blog.<br /><br />Two weekends ago, on my way to Moonee Ponds to listen to Food on the Page, with <a href="http://melbournegastronome.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Melbourne Gastronome</span></a>, I stopped at The Premises for a quick bite. I'd intended to sit down tonight and write about my delicious meal, but I've been severly distracted by the trip back in recent past that is my iphone's photos.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610228516323709906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvt7nWuX7nCmBhBE09NTWCvJeOeZ2bBmNLnaPFPhDVcSTWOP-hanWOOIvR2yfOEt_HU4KfBA9tB5AvK5lK6GP8J_VAbI6VNJlpTrXEso8yA4ocA8HPF8w9vSuxlQuWSx6PrWdNw/s320/1.+Mart+cupcake.JPG" />Stretching back over this time includes the wine wall at Mr Wolf, hilariously kitsch interiors of a Daylesford Chinese Restaurant, a random cupcake from goodness knows where, the birth of my parents' vege garden and a lone tulip I managed to grow.<br /><br />There's a muffin from Mart130 (circa October, based on the Melbourne Macaron comp snippet) and an intriguing bowl of cookie dough. It took me about a minute to remember that this was a Matthew Evans recipe I'd adapted to use up evey imagineable ingredient in my pantry. Perhaps it was this baking session that saw the oven dial break, warranting an email to my agent with photographic evidence.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610228525330967810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSuiOW6vhh4gSN_Pq-3jk9CB-tl41AhuEH-svFdFktvIw3SM1LeuwLZEHfYsYZFxDnehhUNBIQinsi1eGJ1qtyzmExZ2Hv6Xh_Ryb5mPXc2mvJgN3FQBEkd-cw06SLbuTP5xfiA/s320/3.+IMG_0229.JPG" />Moving quickly to December, there are some fuzzy photos of dessert at Hare & Grace for S-bo's office Christmas party. A hilarious evening where neither the non-foodie workmates nor half the staff really got the food in general, let alone the chocolate soil presented under dessert.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610228527705868322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtq8vmMaOO2Wbj933B3ejmdyT13weJbnHGbmYpsl5HyplBY05koZVWfiH7P9Xsc8paGX3NjDEMOhpAcLS4ujF132nZBNG83JDShT7-Gsz-nfXpCJwuH3E8TFb4bFSNrL7mvpR8Q/s320/4.+IMG_0235.JPG" />The no-man's land between Boxing Day and New Year's Eve passed blissfully on Sydney's northern beaches, including the day when all the "adults" caught the ferry to Cottage Point Inn while us "kids" sipped a delicious I-forget-the-label Pinot Gris and supped away the afternoon at Barrenjoey House. It was walking home from this event that I spied Coco Juice - if anyone can explain this strange product, your comment is most welcome.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610228539381858098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwfwybkYu7P1iJhnRTI9JAU2BioYLgX_5o0H-8_VslN5mUhs8F_LZ3383g__Wt8CBI02ZCjq4ydL56PdZ4sSJlMZ47IBy87m17GEJm_XPHGYy6JGfGDlIJ1MC0xlNFY6uFfRUqA/s320/5.+IMG_0236.JPG" />Post New Year's saw a trip down to Sin City proper and a visit to Victor Churchill before gazing on this coffee collage while enjoying pastries at Baker Friday, which is apparently now called Central Baking depot. Can any Sydneysiders clarify?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610228543619573986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuje4a7dnJAVSUhcwjerp0GvyLfEkZmGlX9AUPv8kHzyhQZswAmYQWjn8lnPYgGcDMXdX_RFCXbxO9e1CYtcQDAZ8kEXCWGG0WdpCx7Sa4oPbW5wrom2bonTutrM6SFLvQWm3JA/s320/5.+IMG_0238.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610235577893501874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fO6qxVV1FgEBD4gNB9TA6LWuGxH-zFRnb_QBY1eXxk8uzZGFz4WnvAY7-jHPkxFIFhmXefMC0pP3peGFxfXGonWX3cgst8abyg5OJhYqcwN21gjoWuDP79wES0op395XAMjHng/s320/7.+IMG_0260.JPG" /> There's random football photos, photos of products in my role as a Goodist, a half eaten tartine from Maison Ama Lurra (above) and indecipherable photos of winelists from some "proper" writing that I was doing. The cute little tartlettes are from Hausfrau and any foodie would recognise the pile of pumpkins from Melbourne's Metlink Edible Garden, earlier in the year. I did wonder, as I wandered, what would happen if I started eating all the plants right then and there.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610235566720836418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed2WHcZUjdnWbnyMyTRwYxw-X0PEC9ujBtgIMY8UTRR0Hn6xFktUI0pD00k09eMOCWqiz47DWC-b176mYPsTcTmA8oCI-k7xw9y6UZlU3mRioFsEWn6KKUvntijMUD_Tco_Fiog/s320/9.+IMG_0268.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610234838279491826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyJ5-Sc-dE_ttyALIAREKOt7gSDPOpiWy6ERNNuuedkNLWXawcHLkoThAIzveZV-AoM-whaeo6z08FTrebiNpJHaXSe6ikFgIirJ1QiTSNe6wpbcrh8eGyw1hvzg7QVzU9E1s5w/s320/10.+IMG_0275.JPG" />I've skipped the great photos I have from mine and S-bo's anniversary weekend in the Yarra Valley. They're all scenery shots, but if I captured any food you would have seen how much we over-ate. Harvest Cafe, De Bortoli, Yarra Valley Pasta, Yering Wine Bar, Healesville Hotel and Bella Vedere might've been just a bit too much eating for a 2 night stay. Needless to say we didn't get around to tasting much wine.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610235562965566338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsUUPPoR-_xHjsAGmBu5SA0wIEn5Dlv4L6iC-0-IW6ZLKdhCY0Q6wDqaFEWgEq0Q5IqqQVubAZ0s0A1XZWdDiCX7t8MxbTgG2zgL6DMuzvYNqhMtqN-bEYtEltStcDuznhO2IKQ/s320/11.+IMG_0291.JPG" />And finally, testament to the randomness of my iphone photos, I come to a shot I took recently at Cafe Balderdash because I liked what they did with wine bottles and flowers. Something tells me they won't like what I did with iphone fuzziness. All of this is bookended by a shaky photo of The Premises' menu (because I panicked and didn't think I'd remember my dishes ingredients) and a delicious cauliflower salad. But, sadly, we've run out of time tonight, so I'll save my Premises photos for another day.Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-4691712939715273372011-05-14T18:15:00.006+10:002011-05-14T22:30:03.189+10:00Golden FieldsOk, so I don't write often. I'm just beginning to realise that this is ok, so today I'm not going to make any promises that I'll write more often. Instead I'll promise to write whenever I feel like it!<br /><br />Why am I writing again? For starters, Once a Waitress mentioned my blog in one of her recent posts about Friends of Mine prompting a desire to write again. For seconds, I was lucky enough to head to Golden Fields last night-what more inspiration do I need? (Apparently a lot, because this post is taking a while and I'm struggling to articulate the amazing evening I had).<br /><br />The much anticipated addition to Cutler & Co and Cumulus Inc quietly opened its doors last week, revealing super clean lines and serious attention to detail - and that's just the fit-out. We particularly loved the contrast of black chairs and towering lamps against white tiling and marble. Far from being an immediate attack of extraordinary, Golden Fields revealed its quirks to us gradually. The chicken's feet coat hooks emerged pretty quickly but it wasn't until halfway through the evening that I saw the blue grouting and taps in the bathroom. Why blue? Not sure but it definitely creates a talking point (or is it just females that talk about the bathrooms?)<br /><br />The food was no surprise; it was seriously good. Far from analysing every dish for the purpose of a blog post, I simply sat back and enjoyed. Standouts for me included a Kumamoto oyster served with fresh wasabi, sauteed mushrooms with poached duck egg and braised Blackmore brisket, rump cap, wasabi butter and garlic shoots. What fascinated me most were the differing perceptions around our table. The "spicy as" braised runner beans gave a serious kick to noone but me, while the sauteed mushrooms, with duck egg richness that I loved so much were a little salty for another. Overall, the food has McConnell's trademark ability to intrigue and satisfy. It's an extensive menu divided into raw, to start, salads & vegetables and meat & fish. After all the delights we sampled (I've given a mere snapshot), I'm surprised we made it to dessert but super glad. Predictably, the peanut butter parfait, salted caramel and soft chocolate rocked all socks but the real adventure was found in the green tea ice cream, pumpkin and liquorice. Yup, pumpkin. And don't forget to look for hints of refreshing ginger hiding behind the lime in the black sesame, lime and yoghurt creation.<br /><br />According to metlink journey planner, I can probably get from my house to Golden Fields in a mere 20 minutes. Something tells me this could become a habit.<br /><br />(As a side note, and on a housekeeping front, I dined with a vegan and a coeliac who were both easily accommodated).<br /><br />Golden Fields<br />157 Fitzroy St<br />St KildaAli-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-86240725647391343452010-11-05T13:03:00.000+11:002010-11-06T06:57:37.716+11:00Charcoal LaneIt's been a week since dinner at Charcoal Lane and I'm still gushing about the experience to anyone who will listen. A Sydney friend of mine, Mrs G, who works for Mission Australia and was down for the Melbourne Cup Pin and Win promotion, suggested the venue for our catch-up weeks ago and I'd been looking forward to it ever since.<br /><br />The first thing that strikes me about Charcoal Lane is not the beautiful bluestone building itself, but the way the warm lighting shines through the windows, welcoming patrons and passers-by alike. Modern, interiors are clean and simple resulting in an overwhelming feeling of space.<br /><br />We were greeted by pleasant staff and left to settle in and contemplate wine list and menu, before enjoying an amuse bouche of creamy salmon. An entree of poached WA marron was tempting, but the kangaroo tataki came highly recommended and didn't fail to deliver. Rich, tender red meat was lifted by the freshness of ginger and soy while occasional tastes of wasabi (or was it horseradish?) used an element of surprise to thrill. Serious food envy circulated around our table, with two of us enjoying kangaroo tataki, but it was largely unfounded. S-bo ate the marron which, whilst subtler than the kangaroo, was delicate in flavour and beautifully presented and Mrs G's risotto of garden peas, native mint and mascarpone cheese spoke loudly of spring, particularly with the addition of bright green broad beans.<br /><br />Sitting on the receiving end of food envy continued with the arrival of mine and Mrs G's main: crispy pork belly, seared scallop, ginger glaze, apple salad and fried saltbush. I find pork belly disappoints more frequently than it delivers, probably due to its frequency of menu appearances across the city, so it's stars like this that make me realise the gamble is worth it. I will continue to order pork belly in the hope I get a dish like this, every time. A dish where crispy really means crispy and a generous slab of moist flesh can actually be found under the delicious fat. Two huge, tender scallops, amazing in their own right, were a mere garnish in the shadow of such great pork belly.<br /><br />I told you I was gushing.<br /><br />Elsewhere on the table, Mr G (not to be mistaken as Mr G off Summer Heights High) enjoyed barramundi fillet and S-bo ate slow cooked wildfire spiced king salmon, which, although delicious, could have upped the wildfire spice. I'd love to know what's in the peppery and herby blend and S-bo was craving for more.<br /><br />The wine list is familiar and comfortable thanks to a selection of quality Australian drops and good value is a bonus. Of course it's fun to browse wine lists that rival War and Peace sometimes (a bit like this post), but the concise, reliable offering was somewhat relaxing. We still managed to change our mind three times and for that I apologise to the waitress. After downing an '08 Punt Road Pinot Gris (between the four of us, that is) we went a little bit gaga over a 2008(?) Warramate Pinot Noir.<br /><br />The blow-by-blow monologue continues into dessert. Don't even try to consider what to have, order the selection of desserts for two. It cuts out indecisiveness and you get to try all 5. I want to describe each one in detail but I'll try to stick to a quick run-down. The selection is strikingly presented with orange crisps, mandarin mushrooms and a gravity-defying maple syrup snap all pointing skywards. A surprise favourite of mine was the rice pudding, cinnamon myrtle, strawberry gum and date icecream, the dark chocolate tart was always going to be a crowd please and I have to give a special mention to the Heilala Vanilla ice-cream accompanying the flourless blood orange pudding.<br /><br />I didn't set out to document a chronological recollection of the evening, but every bit was good. How to choose which bits to write about? Charcoal Lane is a lovely story and a noble, successful pursuit; but, its also a great restaurant in its own right. We ate great food in a polished yet relaxed atmosphere, supporting a great cause along the way seemed like a bonus when, in actual fact, the bonus is the former.<br /><br /><br /><em>Charcoal Lane<br />136 Gertrude St<br />Fitzroy<br /><br />(03) 9418 3411</em>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-58250879237917688442010-10-25T22:05:00.004+11:002010-10-25T22:35:15.749+11:00SpoonfulA bon voyage coffee with a friend heading to Europe landed me at Spoonful a few weeks ago. The spoon was well and truly full but, by fluke of timing, we scored a seat at the front communal table, which we shared with families, book readers and posies. A late breakfast would have been acceptable but, having diligently eaten my weetbix and toast earlier in the morning, I headed towards the cake cabinet and eyed off a conservative serve of biscotti which rested politely beside a flamboyant chocolate roulade.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531944667809981042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmC9dpehe5GOMA8NZ3_sXEzrmx90r05uVBcz9Xw9A2CV1fjMJ8NPthuVzYYv2iGOrAKKFXeZNgYFK92Ly2kmarODkj5N2itK0DcWfdiFKfiE9JxseTrOGcHdK28OQK1oTvmkbVQ/s400/Table.JPG" /><br />Fortunately my Europe-bound friend's delight at the roulade's presence convinced me that perhaps I could splash out a little. Langers had apparently been to Spoonful before just to try the Chocolate Roulade, only to find it unavailable.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531944664036879810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6pX-lpqeL-tKUWHiWWOXvBws7xtsP2FPzPMgYo9W2fh9KM_TdP89ZalLKmMBHIvAmkNPIJuhdBxPRBqW67M9WkrJhLC5SdKgR3XwWggShSR2s8W16SaIJKNlbkpcjE8k5hJcug/s400/Roulade.JPG" /><br /><br />I had long-forgotten the delights of morning (or afternoon) coffee and cake. Sweet, silky chocolate cream, fresh strawberries and chewy chocolate meringue at Spoonful certainly reminded me and I was glad to be sharing this; not just because the serve was so generous, but because such deliciousness should surely be discussed and enjoyed with others.<br /><em>543 High St</em><br /><em>Prahran</em><br /><em>(03) 9521 4807</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/71/761770/restaurant/Victoria/Spoonful-Prahran"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 36px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Spoonful on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/761770/minilink.gif" /></a>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-43330605347325454672010-10-16T18:06:00.008+11:002010-10-16T22:09:28.439+11:00Breakfast with, and at, Friends Of Mine, Richmond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZg_3X5C3nTbFWdtEGSx5BpH3SB4H-X4DcMFH1t-Xt_EmwsKdAF2gmOjM9BNdxV0L74nm0tfAwG6U5AvP15CHWUmHmIRdWNYCkMv5FzLXrqTeuFdxC-nR0KIm7SEaqNXADCL_BQ/s1600/cheesytoast.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528558465775788866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZg_3X5C3nTbFWdtEGSx5BpH3SB4H-X4DcMFH1t-Xt_EmwsKdAF2gmOjM9BNdxV0L74nm0tfAwG6U5AvP15CHWUmHmIRdWNYCkMv5FzLXrqTeuFdxC-nR0KIm7SEaqNXADCL_BQ/s320/cheesytoast.JPG" /></a> Parking on Swan St Richmond, just near the netball courts, has probably never been so tight. But with faithful Melbourne foodies chasing the next big thing and milling around outside in near sub-zero temperatures at brunch rush hour, you can bet you'll do a couple of laps.<br /><br />After opening last Thursday (11th), Friends of Mine has been trickling onto blog posts Melbourne-wide. <a href="http://swanbridgevic.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">SwanBridgeVic</span></a> and<span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="http://socialmarketplace.com.au/"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Social Marketplace</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>for being so prompt. The place certainly stands out with its Verve-Clicquot-Yellow awnings. Ok, so they're not actually Verve branded awnings, but the cheery colour just screams champagne to me. Fortunately, if you are that way inclined, you can enjoy a glass of bubbles with your eggs (Champagne Henriot NV at $18 a glass).<br /><br />So, lets re-cap what others have said. We'll do it quickly because word travels fast and most of you probably know this by now and have done so for a little while, given how hungry us Melbournians are to be 'in the know'. So, a) The newest venture of Jason Jones, of Porgie and Mr Jones, Snow Pony and Bright Young Things fame; b)Decked out in vintage industrial style; c) Offering menu favourites from the other venues, including herb and cheesy toast and smashed avocado and mushrooms; and d) offering the best of ingredients from the best of Victoria's producers (FOM are so proud of this that they've listed said producers on their menu and website. Check it out.)<br /><br />I'm a big fan of the front two rooms. Infact, I'd like my own kitchen to resemble this, if only I had Jason Jones' eclectic style and a bit of space. The third room is a slightly different style, a little more bistro to me. Maybe there's future plans for this space or maybe its a deliberate ploy to get people talking about the decor in general. If its the latter, its working.<br /><br />We couldn't have arrived at a worse time, bang on 10.15 am; but, we were told a mere 15 minutes and I think we waited for less. I was a little disappointed to be seated in the more formal room (I swung by on open day and immediately knew I'd enjoy breakfasting on the communal table); but, beggars and choosers and all that. Besides, we were right under the heater which was delightful after waiting in the cold.<br /><br />I had the herb and cheesy toast with bacon and eggplant kasundi. Its surely an art to have crust so crunchy and bread so soft, probably a combination of noisette bread and chef prowess. The cheese was pretty mild but boy, did the eggplant kasundi pack a punch. It was delicious, but so generous and so spicy that I left a fair dollop on the side. All dishes were pretty generously proportioned and I didn't really need to finish off my toast, but I couldn't bear to leave it.<br /><br />Friends of mine, those I was eating with that is, had Smashed Avocado with Thyme Buttered Mushrooms (and poached egg) and Jack+Jill Smashed Avocado (with poached egg) and and they were generous enough to give me a little taste of the delicious Green Eggs. You can read about these on<span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="http://itpleasesus.com/2010/10/16/friends-of-mine-richmond-lovely-breakfast-with-friends/"><span style="font-size:85%;">...it pleases us</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>and <a href="http://swanbridgevic.wordpress.com/2010/10/14/friendsofmine/"><span style="font-size:85%;">SwanBridgeVic</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>respectively. Not bad places to check out some photos either, along with<span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="http://socialmarketplace.com.au/"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Social Marketplace</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>and <a href="http://www.broadsheet.com.au/melbourne/food-and-drink/article/friends-mine-opens"><span style="font-size:85%;">Broadsheet Melbourne</span></a>. I felt Saturday breakfast service wasnt the best time to start snapping around.<br /><br />What have I forgotten? Hmm, the coffee? Fantastic. I'm not exactly sure what beans they're using, but it went down a treat. Oh, and the waitress uniforms ... interesting that the female waitstaff, all two of them, were decked out in bright yellow pinafores while the guys kicked around in their own funky style. That struck me as a little odd.<br /><br />Courtyard seating is apparently in the pipeline, which could ease the breakfast squeeze. Its easy to be cynical of us fanatics who rush from one 'next big thing' to the next 'next big thing' and I've been a little slack at checking out new places recently, but when the food lives up to the hype you remember its more about hunting down and supporting great venues who are good at what they do, than it is about being in the in-crowd.<br /><br />Anyone keen to do it all over again tomorrow?<br /><br />506 Swan St<br />Richmond<br />7.30 - 4 Mon - Fri<br />8.30 - 4 Sat - Sun<br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/71/1551903/restaurant/Victoria/Friends-of-Mine-Richmond"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 36px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Friends of Mine on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/1551903/minilink.gif" /></a>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-35345037293646783052010-08-31T14:30:00.004+10:002010-08-31T15:04:01.330+10:00Taste of Melbourne<div><div>Taste of Melbourne hit the Carlton Exhibition Building with style over the weekend, not hard to do when inside the walls of such a beautiful building.</div><br /><div></div><div>Having not been to Taste before I was expecting jostling crowds and fierce competition to try the "it" dish, enter the Gourmet Traveller kitchen or snap-up the latest samples. Instead, I was surprised by the easy-going crowd, possibly the result of the copious quantities of wine flowing from every corner. I hope the exhibitors sold a few bottles because they certainly dished out their fair share of samples. We enjoyed the offerings from Dalwhinnie and Pizzini, as well as the broad range at Wine Selectors.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>I had carefully planned my menu (thanks to Taste publishing the selection online), only to be disappointed by Mezze Bar and Grill running out of Pork Cheek (instead check out the description at Melbourne Gastronome). Disappointment turned to frustration when, having returned later for Cavatelli di Messini with Prawns, Peas, Pecorino and Lemon oil, I was told the snaking queue was waiting for pork. The assistant apologised profusely for not telling me there was more to come. Luckily I was in a pretty jovial mood by this stage and the pasta was fantastic. I dubbed it Macaroni and Cheese for Grown-Ups.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511433737134788258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiEUErLd0VqhvBx1YLB19K_s_fY9ZVoOrWu2DCw3W5pg1kAsEeD_JALwc5QEtSXz1TEJ7q8esmDoXU_mJMQjRqlQ1qd8UKQxUmUylOrao3zczzMmRjU4GvAUeGbqMas1F_p7pwQ/s320/Prawns.JPG" /><br /><div>Keen to try the Hopkins River Beef due a family connection, S'bo's Mum purchased the Seared Hopkins River Beef with shitake and aged soy dressing from maze Restaurant and maze Grill. A cool dish, thanks to the logistics of the whole set-up, with tender slivers of beef doused in sesame oil that showcased the produce perfectly.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdOM2UIg5rnJ4lMnlc-ez9PL3tgmGfquokMOeYDJWxg5vA6pEcynq6-FfX0QEZ5XbS4W6Jk1s289LSxvoRbMLedP_a_uLQzeC0_kuk55G844b2OWFSJOX1WjYfo4UIDRcG4kX6g/s1600/beef.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511433747177017234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdOM2UIg5rnJ4lMnlc-ez9PL3tgmGfquokMOeYDJWxg5vA6pEcynq6-FfX0QEZ5XbS4W6Jk1s289LSxvoRbMLedP_a_uLQzeC0_kuk55G844b2OWFSJOX1WjYfo4UIDRcG4kX6g/s320/beef.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div><div>Unable to stop there, we tried Duck Rilletes from Libertine, with a subtle blend of flavours that allowed the smokiness to come through, and Seared Kingfish, Red Curry and Puffed Rice from Charcoal Lane. S-bo called the latter "a cold fish curry", an uappetising name that doesn't do the dish's spice and delightful coconut foam justice. Perhaps the best value dish was maze Restaurant and maze Grill's seared marlborough salmon with warm sweet corn and potato salad. Like the beef this was a prime exmple of allowing quality ingredients, in this case Salmon, to speak for themselves.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVUh8NFCwfiJJjRJMIUhC0wNg8UuJDX0G785TO5xKFXUpJYBY4zVNPu3nrPJpivUVkBx8W0NGTDnYNG8S4fcv3dwKkU_7Ja47acdRNV4n5o5nTnNRuPKgMHjrQ4iCOpql3oujjA/s1600/Duck.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511433753271419154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVUh8NFCwfiJJjRJMIUhC0wNg8UuJDX0G785TO5xKFXUpJYBY4zVNPu3nrPJpivUVkBx8W0NGTDnYNG8S4fcv3dwKkU_7Ja47acdRNV4n5o5nTnNRuPKgMHjrQ4iCOpql3oujjA/s320/Duck.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Dessert was a vanilla tapioca pudding from Longrain that reminded me I'm not a fan of jackfruit. Light on vanilla but heavy on coconut milk, this was a complex dessert that called for a few spoonfuls before your tastebuds could adapt.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511433769419016050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNq-8Y9-WeNANDMJ5IPIevnHANtOtYhhus7LC6dcpZtxjwpxH2BOgocnwhh0aoIJ6ERnFaYnM5wubU5soBOf7sggelfuepmgeoFGBgezjR6emP5jdgxpFvNWc8DfYFCtrbVffsw/s320/pudding.JPG" /><br /><div>For more desserts we hit to exhibitors. Avoiding the long Ben & Jerry's queue we tried delicious Gundowring from the Kiewa valley and Movenpick. Charmed by the producers, the former won our hearts.</div><div></div><br /><div>The other highlight of the day was catching Nicolas Poelart from Embrasse in the Taste kitchen. Unassuming yet passionate about his food, the Frenchman charmed most of the audience. Personally I enjoyed the plants that were handed around, showcasing the benefits of foraging if you know what to look for. Nibbling on some borage I was astounded to discover that it really does taste "a bit like oysters"!</div><br /><div>Overall, a great way to spend Saturday afternoon munching on goodies and chatting to producers, chefs and punters alike.</div></div></div></div></div>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-14714869293070061002010-05-24T18:33:00.009+10:002010-05-26T22:31:29.730+10:00Pizza in Albert Park<iframe height="350" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=114146685035991568815.0004877deaad675b447ac&ll=-37.843947,144.951692&spn=0.006219,0.005121&output=embed" frameborder="0" width="425" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><small>View <a style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: #0000ff" href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=114146685035991568815.0004877deaad675b447ac&ll=-37.843947,144.951692&spn=0.006219,0.005121&source=embed">Pizza in Albert Park</a> in a larger map</small><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">1. BASILICO</span></strong><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#333333;">Dine in & Takeaway </li></span><br /><li><span style="color:#333333;">180 Bridport St<br />Albert Park<br />03 9699 4288</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#333333;">The best pizzas in Albert Park, served by friendly, efficient staff. The woodfired oven means this is a great place to be in winter.</span></p><p><strong><span style="color:#333333;"><a href="http://www.portacasa.com/">2. PORTA CASA PIZZA & PASTA</a></span></strong><br /></p><ul><li><span style="color:#333333;">Dine in & Takeaway </span><br /></li><li><span style="color:#333333;">175 Victoria Ave<br />Albert Park<br />03 9699 9933</span></li></ul><p>Great selection of gourmet and traditional pizzas, with gluten free available. Takeaway pasta also available.<br /><a href="http://www.portacasa.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Menu</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></p><strong><span style="color:#333333;">3. DON DINOS PIZZA & PASTA CAFE BISTRO</span></strong> <ul><li><span style="color:#333333;">Dine in & Takeaway</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#333333;">149 Victoria Ave<br />Albert Park<br />03 9699 9386</span></li></ul><span style="color:#333333;">Al-fresco tables and fantastic family atmosphere. Generous toppings sometimes lead to a slightly soggy base, especially if you are taking away. Don Dinos is a locals favourite, especially on warm summer nights.</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">4. FAVORI PIZZA</span></strong><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#333333;">Dine in & Takeaway</span><br /></li><li><span style="color:#333333;">85 Victoria Ave<br />Albert Park<br />03 9699 3157</span></li></ul><span style="color:#333333;">Conveniently located next to Jock's Ice Cream, Favori is always popular however it is my last pick of the bunch.</span>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-11847547354975777802010-04-27T22:19:00.003+10:002010-07-28T12:46:14.511+10:00Mirrool Creek LambSixth of April! There have been no posts since that date, shame on me. Still, I've been somewhat distracted by the hoard of lamb in my freezer. That's right, lamb, my favourite source of protein. And this is not just any lamb, believe me.<br /><br />Sam Hayes from Mirrool Creek Lamb is a friend mine from Sydney and as a wedding gift she presented S-bo and I with seven cuts of fantastic lamb. Some might find meat a strange wedding gift, but if you're reading this blog you obviously like food as much as I do and I doubt you would even blink. As Mirrool Creek Lamb is a finalist in the 2010 Delicious produce awards S-bo and I feel very spoilt indeed.<br /><br />Mirrool Creek Lamb comes from the Riverina region of NSW, an area renowned for high quality lamb production. All stock is bred free range and pasture fed, vital to ensuring the produce benefits from the unique soil, climate and rainfall conditions of the Riverina. Low stress handling throughout the lifecycle, particularly prior to processing, ensures exceptional quality and consistency. For more information check out Mirrool Creek Lamb's website.<br /><br />All cuts come in a cryovac and will keep for 3-4 weeks in the refrigerator. The rack was prepared so finely, it was a pleasure to work with. A neat strip of muscle that could almost be described as elegant, with a fine edging of fat for flavour and moisture was an exciting prospect. The rack was seasoned and then seared before being roasted for 20 minutes in a medium oven. Homemade olive and rosemary tapenade formed a crust on the outside during cooking and filled the room with a mouth-watering smell.<br /><br />Cooked to medium-rare, this was the most tender lamb I can remember eating, what's more, it <em>tasted</em> like lamb. That sounds like a funny claim to make, but too often I find lamb is either too light on flavour, or too strong, conjuring images of mutton at boarding school (fortunately those dark, dark days are behind me).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRuGFTDwX0LtFMg4_vcI88EwXv5hFH15ARx-HzhOFWQUrE6OlFu2wDFDDRuVgQ8aZ_Fxkb12f5cGa-0auyhprFjvDKSsVFSp66wBeJaz1ZdXAzPU6GqD-YogovHTuRnFsrwhlQw/s1600/P4100057.JPG"></a>My first attempt at cooking this beautiful wedding present demonstrates how successful anyone can be in the kitchen when using good quality ingredients. What's more, I have 6 cuts to go. Dinner anyone?<br /><br />If you're heading to Sydney you can find Mirrool Creek Lamb at various markets and food stores. Unfortunately there are no stockists here in Melbourne, instead you can sample this great produce at Longrain.<br /><br />You can also find Mirrool Creek Lamb if you're lucky enough to be headed to Noosa Food and Wine Festival. As a finalist in the 2010 Delicious produce awards the lamb will be on display in the Grand Marquee on Saturday and Sunday and Martin Boetz from Longrain will be serving the lamb on his Spice Trail. And if you see Sam up there, send her my thanks!Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-40490081584001712472010-04-06T19:17:00.004+10:002010-04-06T21:59:54.895+10:00Quinces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTFloHIuvAYIVSbOPh-F2djhkWT2Y9IkLgzFTziktbTB9SaB08CfolirihPWUQt2Tcsja8wZ12NY7z5dwQtYMES7ua0mGW_mPHtd_2iWikqSnOR8-58DiGdK_L8v9kMXwIKeSNg/s1600/Quince.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456952064832855122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTFloHIuvAYIVSbOPh-F2djhkWT2Y9IkLgzFTziktbTB9SaB08CfolirihPWUQt2Tcsja8wZ12NY7z5dwQtYMES7ua0mGW_mPHtd_2iWikqSnOR8-58DiGdK_L8v9kMXwIKeSNg/s400/Quince.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Three lovely quinces from our march long weekend on the peninsula. A little on the green side, I think poaching these might be the only option. Any thoughts?</div><br /><div></div>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-86373503821597575632010-04-04T15:33:00.000+10:002012-01-16T07:55:37.878+11:00Mr WolfIt's been a little while since I've been to Mr Wolf in St Kilda, but it still holds a little piece of my heart. It was one of the first restaurants I went to in Melbourne upon moving here, it was where I took S-bo when he completed his last CA exam and it's where I had potato on a pizza for the first time ever. The patate pizza comes and goes as the menu shifts, but Mr Wolf is still getting it right.<br /><br />Specials for the kiddies make the venue ideal for families; but, if you're not blessed with little angels you should choose to eat a but later. Whilst providing a laid-back, casual vibe, the marble table tops and timber interiors can also bounce sound around rather effectively.<br /><br />Don't be fooled into thinking Mr Wolf is just about pizza, infact the antipasto items are so moreish you might not even make it to pizza. Mt Zero mixed olives are sophistacated nibbles, but why not consume an entire course worth of food? Crumbed eggplant fritters, served with lemon yoghurt mayonnaise, have a creamy texture inside a batter so light you'll believe its healthy, and the salted fish cakes dance to a similar tune.<br /><br />The famous pizzas are supplemented by a few other options, including lasagne, a wet dish of the day and, on the night we visited, a nicoise salad special, which GB enjoyed. I stuck with the basics and, just like the patate pizza experience four years ago, this visited heralded an eating epiphany: I ate anchovy on a pizza and actually liked it! Diavolo (tomato, mozzarella, anchovies, olives, capers, chilli, oregano, basil) had no overpowering fishiness, instead a mild salty seafood flavour greeted this sceptical eater.<br /><br />That's not to say I'm an anchovy convert, I'll definitely try anchovy on a pizza again but on this evening I was happy to stop at one piece, particularly when we'd ordered a few other winners. Signore Lupo (my pick; roast tomato, roast cauliflower, mozzarella, sausage, pancetta, chilli) was dominated by the chilli but had a wonderful chewy texture thanks to the sausage and mozzarella, and Funghi (porcini, roasted garlic paste, mozzarella, roast mushrooms, thyme) shifted the focus onto the fantastic Mr Wolf bases (also available in gluten free). Unfortunately, a chorizo pizza special had too many toppings and the flavours got a little lost, but hey, you win some, loose some. The chorizo itself was great, it could have been served on cardboard and I'd still be happy.<br /><br />One unexpected winner, particularly given the quantity of pizzas with chilli on them, was the cabbage salad. A not-quite-coleslaw offering was GR's suggestion and thank goodness we obliged. Many a diner has been known to walk out the door with a copy of Karen Martini's <em>Cooking at Home</em> book just so they can make this salad at home.<br /><br />We glossed over Mr Wolf's dessert menu as we had another dessert venue in mind (St Kilda, dessert? Melbourne foodies will know exactly where I mean). Still, we couldn't resist a scoop or two of Mr Wolf's vanilla icecream made with the deliciousness of Heilala Vanilla pods. Thanks to the kitchen for sorting this little sampler out for us ;-)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/71/761324/restaurant/Melbourne/Mr-Wolf-St-Kilda"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 36px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Mr Wolf on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/761324/minilink.gif" /></a>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-33707619932505295842010-03-17T18:52:00.001+11:002010-04-05T14:34:52.174+10:00Melbourne Food and Wine FestivalDoes anything get Melbourne foodies as excited as the annual food and wine festival? Probably not. But as I sit on a plane flying to Brisbane, in the process missing the much-hyped hawker street market, I can't help but feel on the outer.<br /><br />Every year my full-time job, the one that funds this food obsession, seems to get in the way. This festival sees me travel to Sydney from 13-14 March for a friend's wedding, followed by a work trip from 16-17 March. I get a quick respite over the weekend then it's off to a week-long, residential management course.<br /><br />Shouldn't the entire world stop during Melbourne's food and wine fest? <br /><br />Melbourne hardly leads by example, packing a multitude of festivals into one little March. We've seen the madness of Moomba parade past and launch into the yarra and we're currently enjoying worldly flavours and washing it all down with wine. Some of you may even be wishing you hadn't indulged quite so much as you squeeze into the latest trend to attend the concurrent Melbourne Fashion Festival.<br /><br />Once those obsessions wrap-up we can laugh our abs back into shape at the Melbourne comedy festival. But wait, want to know how to grow all the fabulous produce you enjoyed? If you miss the Metlink Edible Garden you can head along to the International Flower & Garden show or, in stark contrast, continue your decadence at the Australian Grand Prix.<br /><br />Its no wonder we're all go, go, go. Its a callenge to juggle day-to-day commitments for some, throw a "what's on" calendar at people and the city is upside down with sensory overload. The Victorian Government's attempts to bring people to Melbourne yield polarised opinions due to taxpayer funding but there's no doubt such events add to the diversity of our city. I wonder if we'd have such a vibrant food scene without the help of festivals, events and celebrations which make the city such a popular place. I'm sure it'd have some impact.<br /><br />So, I have 3 days to enjoy the festival and I'd better pack as much in as possible. I sometimes find the plethora of available options overwhelming and I always miss out on tickets to hot features. It certainly doesn't help that I'm reluctant to buy tickets too far out incase I need to travel. Although that attitude is clearly justified.<br /><br />To all of you who are going to many events, right down to those attending just one, enjoy!Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-49798987672687752912010-03-05T18:15:00.000+11:002010-03-05T18:52:28.689+11:00Tamar Valley TasmaniaSeven days in Tasmania. So much to eat and drink yet so little time. Planning a wedding didn't leave much time for planning a holiday in Tassie and scoping out scrumptious dining destinations. Still, one can achieve a lot with help from a tourist information centre and an iPhone, right? Wrong. Launceston's tourist centre boasted a few brochures about the Tamar Valley Wine route and that's it. What's more, mobile reception, and therefore iPhone internet access, deserted us mid way through day one. Oh!<br /><br />Still, S-bo and I bravely ventured forward with our wine route brochure in hand. Our first destination was <a href="http://www.velowines.com.au/">Velo</a>, a great little winery that I have previously <a href="http://melbournefoodtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/goaty-hill-tasmania.html">mentioned</a>. What I didn't know back in 2009 was that the vineyard was originally planted in 1966 by Graham Wiltshire, who is not just a pioneer of wine in the Tamar Valley, but in the whole of Tasmania. Velo's reserve shiraz was a standout with rich flavours yet none of the brashness found in shiraz from hotter regions.<br /><br />With longing eyes we bypassed Ninth Island. I knew we could taste the Ninth Island Wines just across the river at Pipers Brook (and at your local Victorian bottleshop) and we were far too early to enjoy lunch with Daniel Alps at Strathlynn. Poor timing became a feature of our trip, missing the much-hyped Angasi at Binalong Bay, new star Granite at Bicheno and Gourmet Traveller favourite Piermont at Swansea, despite staying at the resort. I guess chefs need days off too.<br /><br />Instead we continued on to Rotherhythe, not a cellar door I would recommend due to their limited range, but we did have a rather interesting conversation about the importance of marriage, the local's reaction to the proposed Pulp Mill and other such meaning-of-life-musings. S-bo and I had decided not to visit any Gunns Ltd Wineries whilst in Tassie, as a stand against the pulp mill, but I'm still not sure if that was the right thing to say at Rotherythe.<br /><br />To get back onto the topic of wine we aimed for <a href="http://www.stoneyrise.com/index.html">Stoney Rise</a>, which was actually the site of Rotherhythe's vines until Joe Holyman bought it and pulled out the existing cabernet savignon, planting Pinot Noir and Chardonnay instead. Two labels, Stoney Rise and Holyman, deliver wine made in two different ways. Stoney Rise presents easy drinking wines with the Pinot fermented in old oak and the chardonnay bottled early. On the other hand, the Holyman label aims to produce wines for cellaring, with more complex structures. I will be seeking out a bottle of the 08 Holyman Pinot Noir from Prince Wine Store here in South Melbourne. The only problem will be finding the discipline to cellar it for a few years (or more).<br /><br />Many wineries from the Tamar have limited distribution on the mainland but developing a collection of your favourites isn't a problem, despite the baggage restrictions of cheaper airlines. Tasmanian Wineries will happily send mixed cases (or part thereof) for merely the cost of freight. Leaving a case at the last cellar door you visit will be met with a smile and "no problem". It cost us just $16 to freight our case back to Melbourne.<br /><br />Fortunately we had prepared ourselves a picnic lunch before leaving Launceston, because enticing providores and delis were hard to come by, something I found surprising in a wine region. A quick trip to Goaty Hill, another of my stops from <a href="http://melbournefoodtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/goaty-hill-tasmania.html">last year</a>, revealed that the Clover Hill cellar door may have been open, a very rare event. Across the river into the Piper's River region, three wrong turns and lost mobile reception later we found the rumour to be untrue.<br /><br />Still, we weren't too poorly done by when our consolation price was a visit to <a href="http://www.jansz.com.au/product.asp?p=238">Jansz</a> Jansz and a bottle to enjoy with our dinner.Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-67993586467767301192010-02-23T17:48:00.004+11:002010-10-16T20:17:33.046+11:00Cottage Point Inn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsb63u2yNmkl1T3h_BD_upUdcbwiE5p-yJ6933ukzl2goeA1D-iu3jLX_RlYkrQdR_nbNPPji7wJTIuQRB2xaOODDvPSNJJvjOpmYhXlSdkUeBCw50DuK0nLlnm3V38QiGTmo4LQ/s1600-h/CPI_B7429.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442068061956721842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsb63u2yNmkl1T3h_BD_upUdcbwiE5p-yJ6933ukzl2goeA1D-iu3jLX_RlYkrQdR_nbNPPji7wJTIuQRB2xaOODDvPSNJJvjOpmYhXlSdkUeBCw50DuK0nLlnm3V38QiGTmo4LQ/s320/CPI_B7429.JPG" /></a><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';">So, after a nine month engagement, a fun-filled wedding and a 10 day honeymoon, I am back to the blog. But where to start after so long away?<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';">It is tempting to skip straight to our 7 days in Tasmania, but our visit to Sydney's Cottage Point Inn deserves a mention. Whilst the boat ride from Palm Beach highlighted waterways more reminiscent of a QLD tourism campaign than Sydney's better known sights, the destination was far more important than the journey. A filling entree of house-smoked salmon, delicately layered into a terrine and served with scampi and basil mayonnaise kicked off a fabulous meal. If a rich start is not your thing, the pan fried Hawkesbury River squid with leek and squid ink risotto delivers just a much flavour, but in lighter form.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';">The menu is unsurprisingly seafood-you could almost imagine the fish was caught off the outdoor deck that morning. Duck leg confit was certainly tempting, but when in Rome! So instead I opted for pan fried ocean trout which flaked away beautifully to reveal a vibrant mango, chilli, cucumber and coriander salsa underneath. The citrus vanilla and hazelnut dressing was mostly citrus but overall the meal was a perfect follow on from my rich entree.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';">The boat allows a mere two hours or so to complete your courses, and you're encouraged to notify staff upon arrival if you want three. The caramel banana soufflé and citrus pannacotta, among others, failed to tempt me. Instead I opted for the palate cleanser from the degustation menu. A spherical scoop of strawberry sorbet served in a glass topped with Moet. I wouldn't have accepted anything less than French, it was our honeymoon afterall.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';">As we finished our Jules Taylor ’07 Pinot Gris, from an extensive international wine list, we peered from the deck to the water below and waited for our return boat-trip. Decadence might have increased had we taken the seaplane or stayed overnight, but I couldn’t think of a more relaxing, luxurious was to spend day 2 of the honeymoon.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:85%;"><o:p><em>Photo courtesy of Cottage Point Inn</em></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/70/1465071/restaurant/Sydney/Upper-North-Shore/Cottage-Point-Inn-Cottage-Point"><img alt="Cottage Point Inn on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/1465071/minilink.gif" style="border:none;width:130px;height:36px" /></a>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-74038011855843315362009-04-13T14:01:00.004+10:002009-04-13T14:18:43.047+10:00Stewed Figs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcZEwqtiN5KPc0i1WdZGj_1gDokCdJrTxQs4ORrm7GsXQa0AlkryTO0hsszeQRwbfDV3DhfXPT36RC5xPJyl8ZKoM2TJxOngoLBOfGb8AcBc3pXduzkldYclv7QgQOniLlSToDA/s1600-h/Stewed+figs.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324024176096248002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcZEwqtiN5KPc0i1WdZGj_1gDokCdJrTxQs4ORrm7GsXQa0AlkryTO0hsszeQRwbfDV3DhfXPT36RC5xPJyl8ZKoM2TJxOngoLBOfGb8AcBc3pXduzkldYclv7QgQOniLlSToDA/s320/Stewed+figs.JPG" border="0" /></a>For me the fig season all too often passes by in the blink of an eye. I seem to miss those precious few weeks (days) when figs are just right in terms of quality and price. It's a grey area, I feel, between figs that are early season and exorbitantly priced and figs that are late season and terrible quality. (Clearly I'm not blessed with a tree in my backyard).<br /><div></div><br /><div>I did happen to pick up a punnet a short time ago that was filled with plump, unblemished figs and I feasted on them for 3 days straight. I enjoyed figs, rocket and feta as a salad and figs with melted blue cheese alongside steak. The third night however saw the few remaining figs looking a little worse for wear. Clearly they needed cooking but I wanted something quick. My favourite fig dessert from a few years ago involved grilled fruit drizzled with redcurrant sauce, but this was a complex process of frying, grilling and then reducing the sauce.</div><br /><div></div><div>To solve my problem I found this reciped for Stewed Figs, cut out from an ancient Good Weekend magazine (you'd expect nothing less from me surely). The use of basil was intriguing, but quite appropriate as my plant was bordering on going to seed and I was trying to use it as much as possible before trimming back. In the end the basil complimented the light sweetness of the overall dish and I enjoyed the last of my figs immensely.</div><br /><div></div><div>150g sugar</div><div>200ml water</div><div>1cm piece ginger, peeled and julienned</div><div>1/2 lemon, zested</div><div>1/4 vanilla bean, split and seeds scraped and removed</div><div>8 medium sized figs</div><div>6 basil leaves, torn</div><div>Good Greek yoghurt</div><div> </div><div>Bring to a simmer the sugar, water, ginger, lemon zest and vanilla. Gently cook for 5 minutes to draw the aromatics from the spices.</div><div> </div><div>Place the halved figs skin-side down into the hot syrup and cook for 5 minutes. Carefully turn the figs in the pan so that the flesh is facing down, add the torn basil leaves and cook for 5 more minutes.</div><div> </div><div>If your figs are not completely ripe they may need a little more cooking. If overripe, take care they don't break apart and become pulpy. For presentation purposes the figs need to keep their figgy shape.</div><div> </div><div>Let the cooked fruit cool and serve in a bowl with plenty of the cooking syrup and some yoghurt on the side.</div>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-24271560133933546062009-04-06T21:27:00.003+10:002009-04-06T21:41:48.789+10:00Parap Markets, DarwinIs this really a blog about Melbourne food? You may very well be wondering this as I write about eating in Perth, tasting in Tasmania and now drowning (in sweat) in Darwin. Darwin may not be quite so disgusting right now (weather wise), but back in February when I penned this post it was.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321540315555851138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97aeG_c70QbcqlBYyJf8ljlgT6cw8rDHpDjpIKKosIkM8xJlLS-l0OtZVsiQB3Cyeu19A14e49rrGJf6Q5hZDQpzb_7iaagn9bpk6Go_imFAtszBQ_6eyoxW0xGsf24-8AJcvZw/s320/paw+paw.JPG" border="0" />It is true, I have not had much time in Melbourne this year and this particular humid Saturday morning I found myself at the Parap Markets in Darwin. The top-end capital is known for being an Australian frontier from which South East Asia beckons. Furthermore, it is a melting pot of local cultures and of those that seep in from the north. Nowhere is this more evident that at Parap markets. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321540305362320434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ48TuHY8fIjtGGFzM1rpVzQvkExj48JDLGHkN6eLUGBSBzhCKpNfzU-OtSb1qBl7ZCZ7Pa1XqoWnL1R0l3uKoFyt40TSt3v6UtAWWljw9V_-o4ez2me0p9tf-N0-1byJTMb5Gg/s320/pineapple.JPG" border="0" />Wander past the paintings from Arnhem Land and the over-priced pendents and the markets open out into tropical fruit heaven. Dragon fruit, paw paw, passionfruit and monkey bananas all compete for space while stall-holders slice up pineapple into snack size pieces.<br /><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321540321818654946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMoH2YK6gNB3HuZYMF6N35J7lzdXaQm8R4CjrOMKJ6gg4FJT2eLZaWZ9MOV8U6dGVd3svs4i5joMsQIfnrXIApymEvTS5czDAGSLWir19NESAAFaLXqmTlz2QSkAHAMpCWTMw2Q/s320/coffee.JPG" border="0" />I had not had a latte for four days, so I was naturally drawn to Just Coffee. Glance over the many blends of beans lining the counter while you wait for your fix. And fix it did… for about 5 minutes. The coffee was strong and bold however after only a few sips I realised this was a bad idea. As I sweated like someone who’d eaten too many chillies I decided that the varied fruit smoothies on offer would have been a smarter option. We live and learn.<br /><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321540309811305586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELAPOuTTe-63ZHg618JEwu_Jwbgbf-SMpfkI77VR1JKn2lIhn6375wfljZMiWhNZfLI3NfdzE2TPmW4H4r8Akeg7b6JEN-FAutsvy_Ee1Nmp7xBicV3A5_jOsAdWvEWESp-Da1g/s320/sweets.JPG" border="0" />After buying Morrocan Cous Cous, Pumpkin Ravioli and Beetroot and Feta salads to take home for lunch, I turned my attention back to the Asian influences. Gado Gado from Jakarta was sold alongside Thai Sweets and the steaming hawker food was a tempting mid-morning snack, despite the heat. As is standard for many of these markets in Australia all of the offerings were fried with nothing steamed in sight. Disappointingly the money bags, chicken satay and beef spring roles reminded me that all too often markets like this smell better than they taste. Nevertheless, the oppressive humidity, the vapours of wok-tossed meat and tropical fruit made me feel just for a second that I really was in a hybrid country of Thailand, Indonesia and Vietnam, so close yet so far from Australia.Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-85767402784490468222009-03-18T22:06:00.007+11:002009-03-18T22:58:39.898+11:00Goaty Hill Tasmania<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-HPlSBdzznyGzZkQOyt1HYqupdghEo9RAdYWiHR7Z6e6F0Bau77ppdZMeDWIHSZh4ktoaLC20YBNqDs60HTkW-_2hdLy2hFcjZ2RCwmvzrs08t29MiHTzqwJyZgWDBpe0BLbjQ/s1600-h/goaty+hill+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314485369814586962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-HPlSBdzznyGzZkQOyt1HYqupdghEo9RAdYWiHR7Z6e6F0Bau77ppdZMeDWIHSZh4ktoaLC20YBNqDs60HTkW-_2hdLy2hFcjZ2RCwmvzrs08t29MiHTzqwJyZgWDBpe0BLbjQ/s320/goaty+hill+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>A trip to Tassie last month saw The Foges and I spending a leisurely Saturday puttering around the Tamar Valley performing the delicate balancing act of wine tasting and hire car driving. Tamar Valley (north of Launceston) may well be known for Pinot Noir, with Ninth Island being the label you're most likely to see in your local bottleshop. However, as is so often the case in wine regions, it was the much smaller producers I enjoyed visiting the most. The passion that is evident in small cellar doors immediately generates a real enthusiasm for the wine.<br /><br />Goaty Hill was our pick for lunch and you'd wonder why I've decided to rave about it on my blog when our cheese platter, although lovely, was reasonably run of the mill and there were only two wines on taste. No, I'm not raving because it's a sponsored post (it's not), I'm raving because this little Billie Goat is streaking ahead despite being reasonably young. Their riesling has won a swag of awards, including a gold medal for the 2008 vintage at the 2009 International Cool Climate Wine Show (Redhill). And their 2007 Pinot Noir vintage was sold out after taking home best Pinot from The Taste of Tasmania 08/09 Festival.<br /><br />We got to taste the award winning 2008 Riesling which really left a crisp clean taste in the mouth. Not being so hot on "wine speak", I had to consult their website to tell you that this wine has grapefruit characters and hints of citrus.<br /><br />What I don't need to read from the website is that the 2008 Pinot Noir had earthy flavours that took me right back to the first Pinot I ever tasted, which happened to be on the Mornington Penninsula (Stoniers I think...although there were a few by the end of the day). I really like the complex smokey, earthy flavours that the Mornington is so good at. Whilst I probably won't be cracking open the 08 Pinot I brought home for at least another year, there's definitely some great flavours even at this young age.<br /><br />Goaty Hill has also just advertised to mailing list members their 2006 Museum Release Riesling. Again, more awards (incl. The International Riesling Challenge). How can you get your hands on this one? Well with only 50 cases released you'll just have to be on the mailing list (see their website). For interest's sake the 2008 Riesling and Pinot Noir are $19.95 and $27.95 respectively, and they do deliver to Victoria.<br /><br />A brief mention also should go to <a href="http://www.velowines.com.au/">Velo Wines</a> who had a great Unwooded Chardonnay and sensational Reserve Shiraz. At the time of our visit they had just begun supplying Vue De Monde so, whilst they're not currently distributing anywhere else in Victoria, it's another label to keep your eye out for.Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-5359768976733018062009-03-10T15:58:00.003+11:002009-03-10T16:05:15.329+11:00Eating in Perth. Part III<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByl6KFou-W0Kelm3dGNw-12Fbn_vUBq1nnRWE1AddXalibYFOXMrrOPhPU8C7NYwi_kZLuwrYIVN7JPpgKf1Bi2i13xai09S49SrwyOoeJ308lvnk3NwdXqBxUgXzJxU66nf3fQ/s1600-h/quokka+arms.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311419678587631746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByl6KFou-W0Kelm3dGNw-12Fbn_vUBq1nnRWE1AddXalibYFOXMrrOPhPU8C7NYwi_kZLuwrYIVN7JPpgKf1Bi2i13xai09S49SrwyOoeJ308lvnk3NwdXqBxUgXzJxU66nf3fQ/s320/quokka+arms.JPG" border="0" /></a> My last post from Perth is definitely worth writing up, despite the events taking place so many weeks ago. The final instalment starts with S-bo and I tripping out to Rottnest Island for the obligatory bike ride and snorkel. Not long before our trip I’d read a travel write-up of Rottnest, depicting it as a place where life moves slowly and effortlessly ambling is the way to go. Well they got the slow bit right. However we moved slow because of the endless hills to be cycled up, not because we were absorbed by any external pace. Armed with only a few pieces of fruit we thought it best to stop in Settlement for a quick coffee before setting out. I was shocked to see amongst the tiny cluster of shops a Red Rooster and a Subway. Call me idealistic but it just didn’t sit well with my idea of a grassroots holiday village. Consequently S-bo and I were keen to leave the fast food, and half of our average $4 coffees, behind us.<br /><br />Fast forward 5 hours and we limped back to Settlement, our sore butts barely supporting the body’s quest for food. Enter the Quokka Arms Hotel. Newly refurbished, this pub is part family friendly leisure and, I would imagine as the evening creeps in, part Frat Beach Party, especially during the infamous leavers’ week. Whatever’s going on, the broad beach frontage allows you to choose a group whose vibe you approve and sit near. S-bo and I kicked back with beer, chips and pizza. Rottnest heaven (and the pizza wasn’t bad either).<br /><br />The following day was my chance to finally chase down some of the places recommended to me. S-bo was playing golf and I realised time was too short to put a dent in the essay Matt (<a href="http://abstractgourmet.com/">Abstract Gourmet</a>) had emailed. Still, I thought I’d treat myself to a great lunch, and from the email it seemed like Balthazar or Must Wine Bar were the places for me. It was a toss up but I chose Must Wine Bar for two reasons. First, I got the impression it was a little more laid back and that appealed to me. Secondly, I have a friend who used to live in Mt Lawley and I wanted to check it out. I took a cursory glance at the street directory and thought “surely it’s not that far to walk from the station”. I should’ve taken a bus, but all of a sudden I was alone and could’ve been overseas for all I knew. I’d got the trains, I’d figured them out and knew how to buy tickets, when to get off etc etc.<br /><br />I did not know how to walk from the station to Beaufort st. Which side of the station should I exit? Do I go left or right? Am I heading in the right direction? Where the hell are the people that live in this suburb, I need to ask directions. Phew. All on my own I eventually limped onto Beaufort st, my smart little lunching attire not suited to neighbourhood walking in Perth humidity. And yet where was the wine bar? I had forgotten to record the street number so I just walked some more. I walked and walked and nearly gave up. Sadly, when I finally got there I did. It was quite a large venue and it was completely empty. Now I trust Matt’s judgement and I knew the food would be good, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat alone when I was outnumbered by the waiters. Every cloud has a silver lining however and my blistered feet headed back up to Cantina.<br /><br />Cantina was recommended a few times and I was a little surprised when I first walked past it. Perched on the edge of a shopping arcade it looked nothing more than a suburban sandwich café. However, stepping inside I was greeted by warm timber and distressed walls, an effortless rustic feel that really worked. Limited menu choices typed onto plain white paper suggest, although I’m guessing here, the menu changes often, making use of whatever produce is best at the time.<br /><br />Ham and cheese ciabatta seemed a little plain for my lunching expedition and whilst the three panini’s on offer sounded delicious I reasoned there were plenty of good sandwiches in Melbourne. Clearly a venue that relies heavily on its char grill plate, the choice of three mains included a salad of char grilled local prawns or char grilled veal tongue in a green sauce. Despite these delectable offerings, how I could resist prosciutto that was labelled “the best from Italy”? Teamed with char grilled bread I agreed, until about half way through my generous serve. I realised that a whole plate of prosciutto to myself was a little over the top, and whilst it broke my heart, I did leave a few slices behind. Not to worry, extra bread and an olive oil that had more floral notes than bitey grasses helped the meal pass, as did the glass of 07 Bollini Pinot Grigio.<br /><br />Bravo to Cantina for its laid back feel and service to match. And bonus points for pouring my wine at the table, just a small thing that showed this little Cantina is punching well above its neighbourhood café appearance. I was tempted to stay for coffee but I was determined to try at least one more of Matt’s recommendations. Enter Spring Espresso in Subiaco.<br /><br />Why Spring when I was in Mt Lawley? Well I was keen for a wander through Subiaco and I certainly wasted some time in Simon Johnson’s along the way, although I had forgotten the trend of price tags there. Is it really expensive or am I spoilt by Melbourne’s food accessibility? Spring Espresso wasn’t quite what I had in mind for a mid afternoon coffee and cake but I liked it. Bright yellow walls scream “Wake Up”, and it’s all down to the business of getting coffee and moving on. I could see that this was many people’s ideal barista fix as they dashed to work each morning. So I grabbed a takeaway and ambled back to the station.<br /><br />Thank you Matt, and everyone else who made suggestions, for helping me to find some of Perth’s gems. Even if I didn’t get to try many. Despite early eating times and higher-than-Melbourne prices it really is easy to make any meal enjoyable in a city as laid back as Perth.<br /><div></div>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-39436071647293492962009-02-21T15:15:00.000+11:002009-02-21T15:17:10.428+11:00To do, to drink, to cook, to spend2009 began as the year of lists for me. Since January I’ve been jotting down in my diary “to-do”s, “to-read”s, “to-drink”s and so on. I have 2 diary pages full of wines to try already and an even larger list of books to read. Albums to listen to, restaurants to try (listed according to suburb) and the odd recipe have nearly all but filled the unused dates left behind in January.<br /><br />Shortly I’m going to have to start a “recipes to cook” list too. I’ve always had a folder of clippings which I like to try before they are transferred to a more permanent collection, but now my delicious magazines are starting to stack up. The new edition arrived yesterday before I’d cooked anything from the last month’s. This is in part due to our trip to Perth and to S-bo playing a greater role in the kitchen while I partake in extra-curricular activities (sailing, pilates, tennis, touch football…how good is summer). I’m very thankful and fortunately he’s really enjoying it.<br /><br />I’ve heard of people who cook practically everything in the magazine before the month is up and I wonder how I could justify buying such a range of ingredients, often exotic, every month. And this brings me back to my lists above. It’s all very well to have these lists, but they do tend to clash with my conservative spending tactics. I don’t deliberately set out to save money, I just can’t escape the values instilled from an early age by my bank manager father. Compared to my parents’ generation I live an extravagant lifestyle, however I think that by “Gen-Y” standards I really don’t spend much at all. I don’t buy new clothes every week and, more importantly, I really struggle to treat myself to dinner at a top restaurant for anything other than a very special occasion. Let alone order three courses. What kind of foodie am I? I love Melbourne’s liberal licensing laws and the great venues it fosters, but I miss Sydney’s BYO trend and the ability to have a great bottle of wine over dinner for half the price. I cling to restaurants in my area that do BYO every night of the week, as they are rare in my immediate surroundings.<br /><br />Still, I think I will clutch these lists all year. I’ll know exactly what to pick up in the bottle shop on the way to a friend’s house for dinner and I’ll have perfect book ideas for birthday presents. What’s more, I’ll have ready access to restaurant ideas for those nights when you find yourself in the city, or a little-explored suburb, and can’t decide where to eat. Slowly, very slowly I’ll tick great restaurants off my list, only to have more added by the continuing life-cycle of Melbourne openings.Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-63436338961067527162009-02-15T15:22:00.004+11:002009-02-15T22:13:47.411+11:00Cooking Pizza at HomeS-bo and I returned from Perth just over two weeks ago and were greeted at 2am by a house that was surely hotter than the outside temperature of 30 degrees. Our camelia ("Jen", shown below with SPF paper bag) was burnt and the herbs survived only thanks to the Foges and her watering visits.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302980466988799618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3IonauOVqD2_3wfdsQEIkDF59St3yDCOSYLWebo-ETMvOUUtIeTgLXKthy9L6-RTWnfjWmPu6xWvRJ0qdGt0MWxE6RlWVevk8BOs5nUo7MqUNOJkbK2zncNrJGErqRAfab1EEw/s320/Jen.JPG" border="0" /> <div>What does one eat when the weather is so hot? Salads of course. Any food that requires no cooking and minimal time in the kitchen. Certainly you would be a fool to turn the oven up to 25o degrees and cook pizza, wouldn't you? Well call S-bo and I fools, but that's exactly what we did. </div><br /><div></div><div>We've been talking about it for a while, this pizza making business. Postulating about all the money we'd save if Friday's takeaway pizza and wine turned into homemade pizza with cleanskin. So 2 weeks ago, armed with yeast and a rolling pin, we made our own dough to save dough. And what a success. We have a long way to go before they're perfect, and a pizza stone will probably be the first step, but this venture was a winner.<br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302979919036777474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdINyMY-zNum1b3BdT9Bfmn6slGFNA1TMI4qpiuWu4vbioqw9JSN-YmlbXTxoBkNuCGFyHrptA7mp-dYEi05dteGIQeHjoyCwAoRpPOPP6YWIFy6vMBHdFQMu_vaNp6Adk9v_sA/s320/Pizza.JPG" border="0" />A simple recipe of 1 tsp sugar, 2 tsp dry yeast, 1 cup warm water, 450 g flour, 1 tsp salt and 60 ml olive oil got us underway. Although I imagine we should experiment with a few different dough recipes. As far as toppings go we've been pretty ad hoc, but the spicy salami has been a standout success.<br /><div></div><br /><div>So taken were we with making our own pizzas that we made them again the following weekend in the company of V. Also accompanying us was a bottle of 2002 Juniper Estate Cab Sav from Margaret River. As a result of the heatwave we came very close to losing some good bottles of wine we'd put aside. It was disappointing to discover all the bleeding corks however the recent events in Victoria helped keep our emotions in check. People have lost lives and homes and we simply lost a couple of bottles of wine. Although "lost"is a little dramatic. Our friends from <a href="http://www.sydneywinecentre.com.au/">Sydney Wine Centre</a> have told us that, whilst it's not ideal, we just need to drink the wine within 6-12 months. I can handle 6 months of drinking our better wines! The Juniper was great, as was last night's 04 Cab Sav from Dominique Portet, thanks to N1&N2.</div></div>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-90378968236038375292009-02-10T08:43:00.003+11:002009-02-12T21:05:45.045+11:00Wine and MusicI still have one more post to write about the trip to Perth. I have some random jottings in my diary to ensure I don't forget the details, all I need now is time to sit down and write it out. No easy task when I've since returned from WA, been to Tassie and back, and about to go to Darwin. But here is something I wrote whilst on the way to Perth, after reading the Australia Day Long Weekend edition of the Australian Financial Review.<br /><br />Tim White wrote a brief, but intersting article in AFR about possible relationships between wine and music. One example was a session tasting Rose accompanied by Rachmaninov's Second Symphany (in E minor). Apparently an enjoyable combination. White mentions a researcher, Clark Smith, who, I would assume from the article, has investigated relationships between food and wine. Apparently his theory is that grape varieties respond differently in the presence of differing music styles. (I presume this refers to music being played whilst tasting, as opposed to serenading vines...)<br /><br />The scientist in me is horrified at my secondary referncing for this post. Ideally I should search this Clark Smith guy and quote from the source. However I'm penning (literally) on a plane, with little (no) resources for research, and it has me wondering. Does music really affect the taste of wine or do we draw on common connotations shared by varieties and music alike. For example, drinking a clean, crisp Pinot Gris goes hand-in-hand with afternoon al fresco grazing, as does the laid back sounds of acoustic folk music. Thus one could clearly see a complimentary connection between the two.<br /><br />I'd love to hear about your favourite wine and music combos. However whilst you are sitting back, sipping and listening, spare a thought for the victims of Australia's bushfire tragedy as we near 7 days on. Click <a href="http://www.redcross.org.au/vic/services_emergencyservices_victorian-bushfires-appeal-2009.htm">here </a>to donate to the Red Cross Victorian Bushfire Appeal or <a href="http://www.wildlifevictoria.org.au/cms/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=43">here</a> to donate to Wildlife Victoria.Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-18930250448880611032009-02-01T18:09:00.005+11:002009-03-10T16:07:03.316+11:00Eating in Perth. Part IIHaving been back in sweltering Melbourne for 3 days Perth is now a cool memory and it is a full week since we enjoyed Australia Day Long weekend in the western capital. Of course we attended a wedding which was a highlight, but the weekend was also filled with some great eating.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730212973403042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jdu0gj6M1Tg5l95IlPu3uPeW5ATdC7BBn0VO9f787x2kG8AHAwkiJz11qIL0OAgUYJ3dME6DWXdAFVChyphenhyphenarBZfHc7ZMvPtmyTkUls4uIycCWe78Ym7-74ea2VeW1VAlUVNYi9A/s320/John+St.JPG" border="0" /><br />Sunday morning Lovely & the Doctor took us to their neighbourhood brunch spot, John St cafe. Popular with the pram set, this place was busy and we were told to expect a 15 minute wait for a table. As it was a leisurely Sunday we didn't mind, until we noticed that those who came around the same time as us were not only seated, but eating. Checking in with the waitress<br />it was discovered that a devious bruncher had pretended to be us. Perhaps we should have hovered around the entrance instead of politely waiting near the coffee window. Perhaps the waitress should begin writing brief descriptions if she can't remember groups ie. 'Ali, 4, green shirt'. Either way the queue jumper is destined for bad karma I'm sure (our good karma came the next day when we jagged a prime parking spot at the beach).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730218690905106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXF_Kwy_TGTgFYRTgkg1Gqr_JDMzcU_9qWjNEe2AdOp9z4zCc2LdVEFQzNJ4l5BlflKjtDgxceVeREk3bu8ssGwIz_yZOtLZwTO9QoUNCDcx6wgpCgBzLF-IygWhXaojjStvhJtQ/s320/John+st+2.JPG" border="0" /><br />I got the impression that John St Cafe is a bit of a "place to be" and you couldn't blame people for wanting to enjoy their weekend breakfast under such huge norfolk pines. The food on offer contained standard breakfast ingredients in both regular and not-so regular combinations, including the vegetarian stack (above) with hollondaise. My pick, being a non-egg eater, was the breakfast bagel, smeared with cold cream cheese, bacon cooked to perfection and a slightly-too slim wedge of avocado.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730219615997986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqD9MJdrJnPPZluNyZavjkdaxbOHdIGsZInLq4okE3ClcxpBfdACY98g8kYpiX_3DOWr5atW8wEU-uj9B__4VRRIqYPSYuLsN89gTUDMhDhTqocqdvkovnPZ_zkH7IxQ-uRR6vPA/s320/John+st+3.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Despite the initial hiccup we left satisfied, a decent coffee under our belts to kick-start the day. It should be mentioned that a return visit yielded a weak, lukewarm coffee so lets hope the latter, rather than the former, is the exception.</p><p>The next day we were feeling a little slow after our friend's wedding the previous night but a quick dip at North Fremantle beach perked things up. Heading down to the centre of Fremantle we wandered around and explored the markets. I thought the fruit and veg looked especially vibrant and fresh, particularly as I'm becoming sceptical of the freshness of some produce I've been picking up at South Melbourne Markets. After a prolonged period inhaling the aromas of flavoured coffee, which I'm happy to smell but probably wouldn't drink, we felt it was our duty as out-of-towners to head down to Little Creatures Brewery.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730220828787394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtXHOqWPYrpcwQEVrvQp3bJ2XRImQ5FV6NvwjM9itfJD5DNc2u8sZmIwpcn8bYlY07ti1Opa_AJOT0dSRWH0vwMPzJ6wuA58CDMmzgnLZvyT3xf-cy_Olro4f_uCP5gaeceuSkA/s320/Little+Creatures+1.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>I'd heard a lot of this place and certainly sampled their pale ale in the past, but I didn't really know what to expect. What I found was an energetic space into which a lot of time, effort and money has been poured to achieve the effortless. They did it well. Wooden tables, booths and schoolyard style steel chairs have been assembled as though the brewers stumbled upon an early 1980's government auction and thought "hey, lets buy this stuff and set up a bar in our massive shed".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSl6eNpCWCNbztf3F6dW72Sv5AV2_N97BQrWWnKd6uswg5j05-fgOVSBcRFj9GI5mUhgvTiNhYSbOQpHZaPjV6-yqNX-nvZ3vQR5IYiAfNXhUj__4AcKwSW_Vah-M6H0n0X3_Ljw/s1600-h/Little+Creatures+2.JPG"></p></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSl6eNpCWCNbztf3F6dW72Sv5AV2_N97BQrWWnKd6uswg5j05-fgOVSBcRFj9GI5mUhgvTiNhYSbOQpHZaPjV6-yqNX-nvZ3vQR5IYiAfNXhUj__4AcKwSW_Vah-M6H0n0X3_Ljw/s1600-h/Little+Creatures+2.JPG"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730225169388162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSl6eNpCWCNbztf3F6dW72Sv5AV2_N97BQrWWnKd6uswg5j05-fgOVSBcRFj9GI5mUhgvTiNhYSbOQpHZaPjV6-yqNX-nvZ3vQR5IYiAfNXhUj__4AcKwSW_Vah-M6H0n0X3_Ljw/s320/Little+Creatures+2.JPG" border="0" /></a></p> We had our pick of tables,which I'm told is unheard of, so when it got a little warm outside we easily packed up and shifted inside. Fortunately this placed us under the care of a seemingly more competent waiter. We had a few beers, the famous frites with aioli and what S-bo claimed to be the best Nachos he's had! It's a huge call but I can't refute it. With beef, chunky guacamole and, of course, sour cream it offered a just-westernised dish, topped with the most amazing jalepenos to give that extra mexican zing.<p>Our day was destined to end at an Australia Day bbq but we were just to comfortable at Little Creatures. We bypassed the bbq and even the Triple J Hottest 100 countdown and eventually made our way home for more delayed telecast Australian Open. </p>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472876.post-34181662094686747382009-01-27T21:11:00.008+11:002009-01-28T18:16:46.402+11:00Eating in Perth. Part I<div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I've had 4 days in Perth, or "Perff" as it was affectionately known by S-bo and I yesterday in honour of Australia Day, and only 2 to go. I received some great advice from <a href="http://abstractgourmet.com/">Abstract Gourmet</a> and <a href="http://beyondbeeton.com/">Beyond Beeton</a> about great places to try and I've also been shadowing Claire's <a href="http://www.melbournegastronome.com/2008/11/perth-gastronome.html">November 08 trip</a> (from Melbourne Gastronome) perhaps a little too closely. From Cottesloe fish & chips to the dingo flour sign and Fremantle markets. However despite that, I haven't actually been doing too much eating out. Kicking back instead at our friend's house enjoying wine, home-cooked meals and good company.<br /><br />However there are a few highlights so far...<br /><br />Friday night saw us land and head straight for a pre-wedding get-together at The Vic, a pub conveniently located next to the accomodation of most wedding guests. I really enjoyed kicking back in their beer garden drinking Redback beer, especially with slices of lemon. Unfortunately the pizza we ordered doesn't deserve mention, something tells me it's more a boozy, good-time pub rather than a top place for meals.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147163025846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkc1XIMUnxOfN9DXJx1tMiZBc8H-tVGbAFhWJo4v2bE4VLFEcyKUFbfDNLKMJ70wbf8tEE_BAMb27ahbVA1vW1dRWVcD4Fkf7RPxsiofYhNskY7ML2VJ63ZWci1eKYhoiR791Rw/s320/The+Vic.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"The Vic" </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><br /></span>We didn't stay too long as Lovely and the Doctor, our generous accomodation providers, had us booked in early Saturday morning to accompany them on a Swan Valley Wine Tour. Having decided Margaret River was a little far for this trip, we were eager to boat our way up the Swan and be picked up and ferried around the wineries by bus. In the past I've been sceptical of wine tours by bus, fearing that you only get taken to large, commercial wineries with a bunch of uni students or American tourists. However this was a great day out. Joining the boat in downtown Perth, with it's airline-style seating (complete with tray tables) we glided up the river, tasting some not-bad table wine courtesy of a couple of large commercial wineries. It was very pleasant and I was most impressed by the lovely Swan River. </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144424510491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsRXhCPBwrsRN5M3ilKk3fbFqWxMjcoXHiJ8wuNLFl-Ejcx7WOTk7cV3W148lAq62c-kgPEPJpabLsaeagolSF7EJWRdirH5HUtPfNAJMoc-tFOZi2rYeLOcOdmWTmPeFGAW3_Q/s320/Garbin+Bros.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Garbin Estate</span> </p><p align="left">Somewhere along the line we were greeted by Abi and we left boat for bus to visit 4 wineries, a brewery, a nougat company and a chocolate factory. Phew. We drank a lot of Chenin Blanc, Verdelho & Viognier from Garbin Estate, Jane Brook Estate, Jarrah Ridge and Edgecombe Brothers.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296145451249491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAU0CKzymPjVBBg7O0vTnG4KOc_aVaYuMFmr6GpvSIeHzx0Df82rJ4LCq17IAyUpX-WJrzEIgTJA6m98SlK3sfzF7ryf33-upB9uWO0KDcgyGvB-RgkfyHMVpeuDqhYFMkyXZ7BA/s320/Edgecombe+bros.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Edgecombe Brothers</span></p><p align="left">At Jane Brook Estate the champenoise style of wine making was explained and I must confess that I didn't realise the huge difference between champenoise and other sparklings. We then had lunch (included) consisting of cold meats, salad, olives, bread & dips. The platter was beautifully presented with extremely fresh ingredients however we could have managed something a little more substantial with so much wine tasting.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144430781821122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSDASthOQIXfVijD9Ek4lfhcVJQf5txKGKBLIufSuaiI4-xT_L2KTU1Tqy0-zBob6AOZjGaEp-m77K7vegQwpckS7N-aXXxl_yu-Lpfao5S6U77NZbZ71-cXyTw-wB-schliIUw/s320/Lunch+at+Jane+Brook.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="left">Jarrah Ridge presented the best value wines, with their clean, crisp Chenin Blanc & Classic White selections for only $12 a bottle. Definitely our pick of the day for quality too as we also enjoyed their Reserve Shiraz & Shiraz Viognier.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144437905677634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IKFuao3fiOLrTLFwQHYyat_z_FYrkIUF8q0BL8JbJlhfux0IAEKgB-_OFRP5WtxsJ1kw7vGjtQCLEHVJpWvy5fx-MJxCTxU51LtW2Z4_fZJQsX5FYpaSC0xmrWWLQYCZZozIPg/s320/Mondo+Nougat.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="left">The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. A super brief stop at Mondo Nougat stimulated our appetite for sweetness and it was on to the Margaret River Chocolate Factory, a branch located in the Swan Valley to capture more of the Perth market than is possible down south. Another whirlwind stop really, but don't forget to check our their sacks of chocolate buttons down the end of the counter for free tastings of their dark, milk and white chocolate.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144447492415202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsGugkKhGsnmNaQxOUP4UX1Si6yKB7QyGPkyXfreu_BSMBZqZKLAEoyZhyphenhyphen68aqNClIal6CEsbKE-ZucBR41kbysK664C3f5QvlORzsFqUjvL1FByHd6msbwd4Wh_YDZ9ED7Rpdg/s320/Margaret+River+Choc+factory.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chaos at Margaret River Chocolate Factory</span><br /></p><p align="left">And finally the brewery consisting of beer and German Sausage (strangely accompanied by corn chips). Not much on our trip to Little Creatures (more to come...)<br /><br />Feeling slightly tipsy with very full stomachs we headed back to Cottesloe where the boys enjoyed a dip. Incase we needed more alcohol we strolled up to The Cott for a beer, watching our first WA sunset over the water. The plan was to have Cottesloe fish and chips but we were feeling so unhealthy that we found ourselves ordering grilled snapper and salad from a burger joint who's name I don't remember. Four sleepy bodies then polished off our meal back at home with a bottle of Jarrah Ridge Chenin Blanc & the Australian Open. Zzzz......</p>Ali-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746047851798113286noreply@blogger.com6