Nocturnal creatures are spoilt for choice now. Fast food has taken a backseat to the likes of 24-hour ramen, midnight spaghetti and American comfort food. Enter Butchers Diner.
Author: Sonia Nair
Sonia Nair is a Melbourne-based food writer who persists with her love of everything deep fried and spicy, despite being diagnosed with a histamine intolerance and lactose intolerance after incorrectly thinking she was fructose-intolerant for several years.
Knowing my love of mock meat, both Thirsty Vegan and Sand Pirate Penguin had told me about new vegan place Origin Tales in Brunswick East. I tried it twice and wasn’t disappointed.
I’d received two separate work emails a few minutes apart from colleagues who wanted to try the newest fried chicken craze in town – Pelicana – and so I marshalled the troops and we visited the Friday after, unable to tolerate the thought of untried fried chicken lying so close to our office.
A Google search of Super Ling will yield results of super king mattresses after page two, but you’d be best off reading the links that mention a mapo tofu jaffle.
Confession: I’d tried Bowl Bowl once before and didn’t rate it, but had heard from two different friendship groups since that I had simply mis-ordered, which convinced me to give it another shot. Sadly, my opinion has not changed.
I knew what I’d come here for, and yes you guessed right – the roti with vegemite curry.
Lanzhou Beef Noodle Bar is chief among a new emerging raft of noodle bars in Melbourne, and has developed a cult following.
It’s a tricky task finding somewhere in the city that is a) new and b) intolerance-friendly but I found the perfect place in Calia, a Japanese retail grocer-cum-cafe in Emporium with an adjoining restaurant.
I’d had the best intentions of following my intolerances and ordering a Yangzhou fried rice (I’d scoured the menu thoroughly beforehand), but as soon as I entered the confines of New Shanghai and inhaled the tantalising mix of garlic, ginger and pork, my resolve waned.
The dedicated omnivore that I am, I had been eyeing Green Man’s Arms – a newish Israeli-influenced vegetarian pub in Carlton – with interest over the past year.
Whatever Floats Your Bloat 