I’d resisted going to Hawker Hall for the longest time because I am highly sceptical of hawker centres that a) aren’t in Asia and b) charge you $19 for a Hainanese chicken rice.
Fork & Fingers is an Indian fusion restaurant, with a seasonal menu that is rejigged every few months on the back of experimentation nights with regular diners to gauge what works and what doesn’t.
Don’t let inaction stop you from going to Kines as it did me – it’ll be one of the best brunches you have in Melbourne. If you’re addled with intolerances, know they’ll do everything in their control to ensure you escape with zero bloats.
Short Round was as good as I remember – If I’m ever in Thornbury with my parents and a shut creperie, I won’t think twice about visiting again.
Everyone around us had only ordered a dish each, so it was slightly embarrassing when Boneless Bestie picked up our tray of food and we could barely fit all our dishes on the table.
If you’re not willing to balance precariously on a high stool at the bar or firm up your Thursday night plans six weeks in advance, Tipo 00 is off limits, which is why it made foodie news when the team behind the famed pasta bar opened sister restaurant Osteria Ilaria a few doors away.
The steak frites at Entrecote comes with a “sauce Maison au beurre et aux herbes”, which post-meal sleuthing revealed was a “house sauce with butter and herbs” and what I’m sure was either a heap of garlic or onion or both, judging by how I felt after.