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.
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 