Kumo Izakaya isn’t known for strictly Japanese food with a menu that has clear Italian, Korean and Turkish influences.
Euro Kitchen’s plant-based menu was perfect for the vegan Sand Pirate Penguin, the vegetarian Feminist Film Fatale and the omnivorous me who is forever trying to reduce my meat consumption.
Chumanchu’s menu is largely Vietnamese with a few Thai, Malaysian and Indonesian flourishes. Interestingly, I found out its owner Marten Chu is the brother of Nahji Chu, founder of the popular Misschu chain.
One of the main differences between the Australian Pho Thin and the one in Hanoi is the disavowal of MSG – a downright shame if you ask me.
I was interested to try Daughter In Law, the latest from chef Jessi Singh who brought us Horn Please, to see how it compared to my favourites.
It’s common knowledge that I am Team Pasta as opposed to Team Pizza, but Italian restaurant Primo in Northcote had received such rave reviews that I was willing to loosen my stance for a night.
Deep-fried crumbed meat sandwiched by two pieces of fluffy white bread – what’s there not to like about katsu sandos? Nothing, which is why I chose to celebrate my last day at a former job by dining at Meet Sando with colleagues.
Tulum in Balaclava has made a name for itself in the realm of Turkish fine dining, but Anatolia Tantuni is providing a platform for the enjoyment of Turkish street food – specifically, tantuni.
The name of Shop 225, sitting as it so happens on 225 Melville Road, is the only unimaginative thing about it.
As is family tradition, we ventured to Lupo to celebrate Whatever Floats Your Bloat Bro’s birthday because nothing symbolises a special occasion in my family more than a big bowl of pasta (or a risotto if you’re the rice-loving Papa Whatever Floats Your Bloat).