I love being part of clubs (unless it involves any participation in sporting activities), and what better club is there to be a member of than Ramen Club?
Dumbo felt like it was in the ‘burbs – mostly because I pulled out the old Journey Planner and found it’d take a bit over an hour, and in some cases a combination of three modes of transport, to get there.
A friend incredulously messaged me last week saying she was in a café that was #peaksouthside, so much so it had a DJ spinning tunes at the obscenely early hour of 10am.
There’s something about the experience of eating with your hands that is nostalgic, memorable and intoxicating all at once.
I visited SPQR Pizzeria on a Monday and the desire to follow my intolerances was strong – it was too early in the week to incur my first intolerance breach
I had an immense hankering for a Melbourne brunch after spending the last two weeks of January in Kuala Lumpur and Bali breakfasting on roti canai, dim sum or dosa and avoiding coffee for fear of having to use a public drop toilet.
I visited Victoria Street once for a reason other than Vietnamese or Korean food and regretted it immensely. This isn’t that time.