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).
70-year-old Carlton institution Lygon Food Store has given way to contemporary Chinese restaurant Lagoon Dining. Thankfully Lagoon Dining is making good on the legacy of the big shoes it’s stepped into by churning out some of the best dishes I’ve tasted in a while.
I’d eaten at Brunswick café Lucy Lockett before, but not since they’d changed hands and released a largely vegan menu.
Tamura Sake Bar is a small sake and jazz records izakaya on Gertrude Street, not unlike the ones I recently encountered in Japan where you couldn’t get a seat if you were in a group bigger than three.
Whatever Floats Your Bloat 