tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27031660616223157232024-03-06T13:15:46.300+11:00Gourmet DigsSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-70227401793730737452009-09-27T16:34:00.002+10:002009-09-27T16:58:23.260+10:00The Bed Who In? Kitchen<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A desert dwelling Arab group - I had to look this up you see as I struggled to verbally tell my friend where to meet me for dinner. I thought I had got away by texting the name and address but she dam well called to confirm. I fumbled my way through the call 'it’s near the corner of Barkly and Grey St' but knew that I would have to figure out how to say the word (prof; Bed-Doh-Win) is the closest I have got.</span></span></span><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The door into Bedouin Kitchen looks to be stolen from Rupunzels palace it sets the scene for an Arabian Nights style interior that is now looking a little dated. I have heard that this place is packed in the weekends however on this Tuesday night it was dead. While this did impact on the atmosphere of the place I am pleased to say that all the food tasted freshly made.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a mix of wine available by the glass and bottle. The waiter explained that it was a sharing menu and suggested for the two of us three starters (mezze) and one hot pot. We took his advice (on board) but went against it. In the mood for picking we went for:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Tabouli; fresh, flavoursome and not bitter as can sometimes be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Fish fingers; lightly crumbed fish fried and served with labna </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Falafel; as expected, not to oily, held together well, delicious</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Lamb Kofta; a little bit bland and dry</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- One more dish...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have not described anything in much detail because what you get at the Bedouin Kitchen is good honest Middle Eastern food. It is delicious, filling and fresh it is not the best out there but for $66 for two and a glass of wine each I can't complain. Give it a go.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-2404483246909476322009-07-12T22:28:00.002+10:002009-07-12T22:36:37.956+10:00Easy as One, Two, Three<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaV5c0aTKsjHuhChPn0YSc-pbIQgaH5qeVYg7gAGVVy2wpsZP7y00gIdhhBSpURY7CSP7kIzFx8kyZ6-WHuT3OJk0UATpacQb5bkQdTnhtcBbktf9oJ5x3MI2l1VDVE08G_6sNwfA3xgMb/s1600-h/3_Pears_low%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357551596845516706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaV5c0aTKsjHuhChPn0YSc-pbIQgaH5qeVYg7gAGVVy2wpsZP7y00gIdhhBSpURY7CSP7kIzFx8kyZ6-WHuT3OJk0UATpacQb5bkQdTnhtcBbktf9oJ5x3MI2l1VDVE08G_6sNwfA3xgMb/s320/3_Pears_low%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Serves 3 - 6</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>A perfect dessert when you have very little in the cupboards, feel like something a little decadent but are already feeling guilty for thinking of wanting dessert.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Take 3 pears (ideally Bosc) peel, then cut in half and take the core out.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Poach (no sugar in the water necessary) until tender throughout but still holding their shape well. Once done leave to rest.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Meanwhile...in a heavy based small saucepan add 300gm brown sugar, 100gm of butter and 100ml of cream and stir over a low heat. Once all the ingredients have combined and the sugar has dissolved you are ready to plate up.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Place pears in the centre of the platter, drizzle over caramel sauce, (pear stranded in caramel sauce...awesome) then sprinkle over crushed gingernuts.</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Serve with vanilla ice cream</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-23464658711666157792009-05-11T21:24:00.004+10:002009-05-12T16:50:49.280+10:00Jerry's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmVd9tnP5cZC5S-vEesVMrVmDdBeOhF7lVJDI-AzWCDNqsE9kB2ZayrX9tOX-JzvgN8hrsOCQvomNCdOPMfNw01N5G1-3esE1JjhJ2bC-T95h-juZ6MRe008CDIyB98nSMFXsdak5R8em/s1600-h/P1020296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334534488800503570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmVd9tnP5cZC5S-vEesVMrVmDdBeOhF7lVJDI-AzWCDNqsE9kB2ZayrX9tOX-JzvgN8hrsOCQvomNCdOPMfNw01N5G1-3esE1JjhJ2bC-T95h-juZ6MRe008CDIyB98nSMFXsdak5R8em/s320/P1020296.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>345 Barkly Street<br />St Kilda<br />p. 9531 3078</strong><br /><br />A slightly improper habit, but one that is hard to shake is my knack for sniffing out free things. It's called being an opportunist and it is only those pessimistic types that see it as being scabby. Don't take this incorrectly I am more than happy to pay my way, hell I will probably invite you around for tea singing “leave that cleanskin at home will yah?!” I just find it somewhat wasteful purchasing things when someone is already providing them for free.<br /><br />So when I go out for my Saturday morning coffee I would be lying if I said it doesn't cross my mind that by enjoying my coffee out at a cafe I am saving on the cost of purchasing the daily rag. I acknowledge that enjoying a free paper is not exactly eureka material it's almost considered improper itself for a cafe not to offer free reading.<br /><br />But with exploitation comes the realisation that you have no say, no ownership, no credible voice. I now know that if I happen to sleep in a little longer my paper will have been slaughtered with limbs spread across tables, on chairs and possibly in the bin after a baby chuck episode.<br /><br />Coffee at Jerry's doesn’t have that problem, a milk bar by name, a cafe (and milk bar) by trade it retails all your publications with a great coffee to boot. Offering a selection of childhood sweets in little glass bowles, milkshakes (that are a little on the thin side - ice cream please) and breaky there is something there for every Tom, Dick and Jerry. It does come at a price though...but at least your guaranteed the front and back page with everything in between.</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-57244362430040685652009-04-26T15:46:00.002+10:002009-04-26T15:54:55.414+10:00The Roast With No Meat<span style="font-family:arial;">Last night I experienced my first vegetarian roast. Are you thinking, <em>'ok, so they made a lamb roast with all the vege's on the side but someone ate the meat so that leaves you with a plate of roast vegetables'.</em> A very logical answer and probably true but not the truth I discovered last night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For those new to the concept of a vegaterian roast it goes a little something like this;</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Ingredients:</strong><br />1 peeled carrot<br />1 peeled onion<br />1 celery stick<br />200g unsalted raw mixed nuts (I used just almond meal but experiment if you will)<br />2 tablespoons vegemite<br />2 free range eggs<br />2 tablespoons mixed herbs<br />Salt & pepper<br />Dried breadcrumbs (for coating the tin)<br />**Prunes <em>(optional)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Method:<br /></strong>Set oven to 190°C.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Line a 450g loaf tin with a strip of non-stick paper, grease well and sprinkle with dry breadcrumbs.<br />Put all the ingredients into a food processor and process until vegetables and nuts are chopped into chunky pieces.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mix with remaining ingredients.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Spoon mixture into tin** and level the top and bake uncovered for 45 mins until set. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My friend put half the mixture in then layered soaked prunes, followed by the rest of the mix. It added a wonderful sweet juiciness to the roast which it otherwise lacks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Give it a go, you will be surprised how addictive it is, particularly if you pair it with a creamy mushroom sauce.</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-35886104741852032152009-04-19T17:32:00.002+10:002009-04-19T17:35:57.383+10:00The Galleon<strong><span style="font-family:arial;">9 Carlisle St </span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>St Kilda 3182 VIC<br />p. 03 9534 8934</strong><br /></span><br />I have delayed reviewing this ‘shrine’ for fear that I will not do it justice. Just off Acland Street this cafe is a sanctuary for the urban bohemian population of St Kilda. The interior flaunts all that was cool until it became one big cliché in cafe culture. Mismatched Formica tables, walls that adopt the role as your Melbourne gig guide come display gallery for the local nude drawers of St Kilda.<br /><br />With no shortage of customers The Galleon manages its patrons- in-waiting via a brown paper bag stuck to the door which you put your name on. Once everyone above you gets allocated a seat then it’s your turn. You normally do not have to wait too long and on rare occasions I have got a table straight away, however, if you’re after a quick caffeine hit and something to get your chompers into you may not want to risk it. Furthermore communal tables are a go-go here so if you want to share scandalous gossip with your companion I again would not risk eating at The Galleon – unless you’re looking to spread the gossip...<br /><br />If everyone that eats here holds it in the esteem that I do (which I think they do by the level of regulars) then it would not surprise me if the staff let it go to their head. But they don’t. They are natural, efficient, friendly and helpful. Hell, they even forgave their 10% surcharge on Good Friday to give it to charity. Now how about that?<br /><br />Typically at this point in my Galleon experience I am quite relaxed, I flick through the paper, I have ordered a fabulous coffee and am sipping that, while simultaneously reaching out for my boyfriend’s chai sipping that too all while having a small mental breakdown about what to order. I had been recommended the Sweet potato fritters. I trusted my advisor and ordered. Arrived were two handsome plump fritters. They were flavoursome and moist without the deep fry taste or the worse still, soggy inside. It came with a poached egg and house made relish - A fabulous (and low GI) twist on the potato hash brown.<br /><br />If you’re looking for a sweet option the French toast with bacon, bananas and maple syrup is sure to please. Heavily doused in the egg mixture it is substantial and you can bet that when you cut into it you are not going to find ‘raw’ white bread. I hate that. There is a generous breakfast menu that I will not leak today, I suggest you go and discover it yourself. Just before I depart I will do a plug for one more dish...the Haloumi, chickpea and sweet potato salad. Yahum. A lunch dish that is served warm – the three main ingredients teamed with walnuts and baby spinach and good lashings of dressing making for a memorable salad.<br /><br />The doors of the Galleon are open every day with service starting at the crack of dawn.<br /><br /><strong>Summary</strong><br /><br /><ul><li>I will go back to The Galleon (already have)</li><li>I will recommend The Galleon</li><li>I would put it on my must-eat-at list, not because it is groundbreaking but just because... because it’s solid and good.</li></ul>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-19468872034447933292009-03-22T20:41:00.004+11:002009-03-22T20:48:05.433+11:00Claypots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SfG2ZwUUz_KWJ6U2XOVMqle4fz4gT6Lhwyp7tExITrRAQyvPe4irK2T9ZZ9yQJX_ypBacVep3eYbEKiMrf9f4zRejfgpqXYj5-eMh_ifbanHYmWInY8UnRR2NQG4MaWow_gi2DSrHKD3/s1600-h/P1020135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315945750375019922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SfG2ZwUUz_KWJ6U2XOVMqle4fz4gT6Lhwyp7tExITrRAQyvPe4irK2T9ZZ9yQJX_ypBacVep3eYbEKiMrf9f4zRejfgpqXYj5-eMh_ifbanHYmWInY8UnRR2NQG4MaWow_gi2DSrHKD3/s200/P1020135.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>213 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Barkly</span> St St <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kilda</span>,</strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>VIC 3182</strong><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ph</span>. (03) 9534 1282</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>T</em></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>he logo looks like it belongs to something on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Southbank</span>, the interior looks like it belongs to Smith Street (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pre</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Anada</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Gigibaba</span>). So what is a diner to expect when they walk into the St <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kilda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Claypots</span>?</em><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Firstly, it is highly likely that the restaurant will already be full, unless you’re dining on a Monday or Tuesday. They will suggest you have a drink in the side bar which again will already be full. The side bar is an intimate space with panels along the side of the wall which they call seating. We were on a forty minute waiting list for a table and the appeal of sitting in what really is a thoroughfare was not particularly pleasing however others seemed quite happy there. The bar man noticed us walk out and commented “if you have to wait for a table you’re <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">spos</span>’t to drink here to kill the time” – the truth is so refreshing sometimes!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Forty minutes later I get a call from the restaurant to say a table is ready for us. We get ushered to the front of the restaurant. The place is divided into two dining areas, one at the front that looks out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Barkly</span> Street, and one at the back that looks out to not much. There is a chiller display in the centre that showcases the catches of the day – behind this is the kitchen. The seating is a mix of square tables, circular tables and booths. If possible I would suggest you request a seat at the front as it has a bit more atmosphere and better lighting. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Noticing the wine we bought in ($10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">BYO</span>) we were promptly provided with glasses, complimentary breads and taken through the menu which is on two chalk boards. One with a variety of dishes predominantly fish/seafood focused, the other with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">claypots</span>. The waitress happily talked us through the menu although was a bit brief on explaining how much would really be needed for a party of three. On the contrary, my friend went in the following night and said their waiter was very helpful.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We did pick up from the waitress that dishes are made to be shared. Our first course was the king prawns, one prawn per person. They were huge and exceptionally meaty so I did feel like I was getting my money’s worth. The prawns were cooked in a hot Asian oil dressing and presented sitting in the pan with bread wedges sitting half in the oil. This acted as a perfect sponge to mop up the gorgeous flavours. The freshness of their seafood was evident.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">claypots</span> were ordered, Malay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Tagine</span> and Moroccan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Tagine</span>. This was the perfect amount for three people – if you were with big eaters though I would suggest one each (that is, if you were going light on entree). The Malay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Tagine</span> was set on sticky rice and then topped with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">bok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">choy</span>, chunks of fish and mussels. It was well drowned in a stunning sauce that had a great kick to it and can best be compared to a green curry. There was enough fish and mussels in the dish to not have to secretly scoop an extra few out when no one was looking. The Moroccan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Tagine</span> was a blueprint of the Malay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Tagine</span> except rice was replaced with medium sized couscous and egg plant was the main vegetable. It sat in a tomato based sauce again, with fish and mussel. What I liked about these two pots was that they arrived in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">claypot</span> itself which stayed warm as you slowly picked your way through the contents. The serving was generous but not ridiculous and there were plenty of juices and flavours right to the bottom of the pot.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">All <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">claypots</span> are priced at $20 and the fish dishes range from $18 to $45 from memory. One prawn followed with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">claypot</span> goodness, washed down with a couple of glasses of wine and I was well satisfied, totalling a recession friendly $23 each.<br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Summary;</strong> </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />- I will go back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Claypots</span><br />- I will recommend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Claypots</span><br />- I would not put it on my must-eat-at list</span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-5132666117487880772009-03-07T15:36:00.003+11:002009-04-19T17:39:15.334+10:00Choux Pastry - the how to guide<p><span style="font-family:arial;">1989 we are in the car; I have a glass plate on my lap with chocolate éclairs on it. The once glossy icing has now muted and cracks are starting show, this is ok though, because unlike our modern day oh-so fancy ganache, this won’t stick to the cling wrap. </span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fast forward to 2009 and I am looking through Karen Martini’s book ‘Cooking at Home’ and bam! It’s an éclair! While I had long since buried éclairs into the ‘that’s so old fashion mum’ pile, Karen has done an outstanding job at bringing this 80’s icon into the modern day.</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Often one to interpret the ‘now to make the pastry’ as ‘now to pull the pastry out of the freezer’ I was surprised to see that I was subconsciously doing a stock take on my pantry to see if I could indeed make this. I did, and I suggest you do to.</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Below is the recipe, straight from Karen (via me) to you. A couple of things to note that you old pastry hags may scoff at but I wish someone had told me;</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Only EVER put one tray in the oven at once – don’t stack them unless you have a tried and tested fan oven that will distribute the heat PERFECTLY...<br /></span></p><ol><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Cook them a little longer than you think, they develop a lovely golden tan and if undercooked, they really do taste like uncooked pastry<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">If you have a kitchen wiz use it, the result is just as good as hand mixing and twice as easy<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Get jiggy with the fillings, try stewed apple with a caramel sauce and crushed pecans OR custard and nutmeg...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">And when you brag to your guest that you indeed made the pastry yourself be sure to correct the uneducated that it is shoe...not chux<br /></span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Choux Puffs with ice cream and hot honey sauce</span><br /></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">As mentioned above, roam free with the fillings although this is a good one to start with. Left over puffs should be stored in the freezer as they will mould quickly otherwise.</span></p><p><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">Serves 6-8 (one per serve)<br /></span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">100ml water<br />100ml milk<br />80gm unsalted butter<br />1 teaspoon castor sugar<br />1 teaspoon salt<br />120g plain flour<br />3 free range eggs, lightly beaten<br />6-8 large scoops of vanilla bean ice cream (or flavour of your choice)<br /><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Honey chocolate sauce<br /></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">200g dark chocolate<br />100ml pouring cream<br />3 tablespoons honey<br />25g cocoa powder<br />4 tablespoons water<br />25g unsalted butter, chopped<br />½ teaspoon vanilla essence<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To make the honey-choc sauce, place the chocolate, cream and honey in a small saucepan over a low heat and stir until smooth. Place the cocoa powder and water in a bowl and stir until smooth. Add the cocoa to the chocolate mixture and stir constantly until almost boiling. Remove from the heat, add the butter and vanilla essence and stir until smooth.<br /><br />Preheat the oven to 230dg. Line two or three baking trays with baking paper.<br /><br />To make the choux puffs, combine the water, milk, butter, sugar and salt in a saucepan over medium heat and stir until boiling. Add the flour and stir quickly with a wooden spoon over low heat for about 5-8minutes or until the mixture leaves the sides of the pan. Transfer to an electric mixer and using the paddle attachment, slowly add the beaten egg, mixing well. Alternatively, slowly add the beaten egg and stir with a wooden spoon until the mixture is smooth and elastic. Use immediately or cover and refrigerate.<br /><br />Place tablespoons of the mixture on the baking trays and bake for 6-8min or until puffed, then reduce the temperature to 185dg and bake for a further 15minutes or until cooked inside.<br /><br />To serve, cut the choux puffs in half and place a scoop of vanilla ice-cream in the centre. Replace the tops and pour hot honey chocolate sauce over the top. Serve immediately.</span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-55847864478579059902009-01-18T12:19:00.004+11:002009-04-19T17:38:45.322+10:00Cheap As 2<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Il Fornaio was a welcome surprise to my Sunday. Walking past the industrial interior and well populated tables, my $5 bill sensed something great...Or was it the smell of freshly risen bread that snuck up my nose and made me lose all consciousness until I found myself standing in front of the counter...<br /><br />Sent into a dreamy wonderland staring at the brioche, cakes, pastries, tarts, pies, brownies –not to mention the take home meals, ice cream and artesian bread, I was starting to think I might have to get Mr Five Dollars to whistle his friends over. Determined to follow through my challenge I had to make a decision – this $5 was only going to get me one outcome.<br /><br />A little bit lost in this food fantasy the waitress guided me to a table and told me to wipe the saliva off my chin (joke...). Sitting down with brunch / lunch menu in front (all above $5) I pondered my options, read The Age and relaxed. With my back to the cabinet a rush of panic took over when she asked for my order, ‘ah, um, can I have that muffin thing with blueberries on it?’ and coffee? I knew this was going to break my budget ‘ah, um, ah um, Yes, skinny latte’. My choice took me by surprise as Melbourne has for the last 3 years provided me with one disappointing muffin after another.<br /><br />First arrived my muffin, it looked like a cupcake mixture, lemony cream colour with a sprinkling of berries on top – typical, no guts in the middle –sigh. Coffee arrives. Splitting my muffin in half I am stunned to see a clump of butter in the middle, hah! I laugh out loud, this place is your typical mutton dressed as lamb affair – thank god I am not spending my fortunes. Muffin now in mouth, something of a religious experience happens, the texture so soft it melts like candyfloss and beyond my wildest dreams, the butter is lemon curd which ignites my tastebuds into a frenzy of orgasmic proportions. Shuddering in my seat with excitement I take back my prior thoughts. Giving my body a few seconds to re-group I close my eyes and enjoy a fantastic coffee.<br /><br />I will be honest, this clocked in at $7 and I don’t regret it one bit.<br /><br />For those with more self-control than me I offer 3 ways with $5<br />Coffee -$3<br />Muffin -$4<br />Coffee and share muffin - $5<br /><br />All under $5 and utterly blissful.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><br />5/5<br /></div></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Il Fornaio<br />2 Acland Street<br />St Kilda, 3182<br />Ph. 03 9534 2922</em></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-18668211470491483082009-01-18T11:24:00.003+11:002009-04-19T17:38:17.420+10:00Cheap As 1<span style="font-family:arial;">Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II and I took to the streets of St Kida last Saturday. After my first week back at work I needed some relief that the holidays still go on and summer isn’t just a fantasy outside my office window.<br /><br />I wasn’t sure of anywhere specific to go, the St Kilda beach front was an obvious start. Around the Sea Baths (Jacka Boulevard) are cafés and bars that exploit the beachfront views. My eyes quickly locked onto an available table in the upstairs outdoors area of Soulmama. Elevated - you get all the benefits of a beach side experience without sand flicked into your eyes or that meat-market vibe that is inevitable when half naked people are the norm.<br /><br />Soulmama specialises in using fresh seasonal food that allow for a forever changing menu. With special attention paid to Vegetarian and Vegan food to those stretching beyond the $5 mark, it’s a great opportunity to cleanse the system after the excesses of Christmas. However…for us flaunting our five dollar bill I say no more. Coming in at the $5 mark was an Affogato – sometimes referred to as a ‘cold shower’. The perfect way to celebrate the beach, kick your senses into gear with a shot of espresso and a good scoop of vanilla bean ice cream makes the occasion that little bit different and after all, you are using utensils to get at the ice cream. Does that qualify as a dessert, for under $5?!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4.5 /5<br /></span>Best to go out of peak eating hours to secure a table upstairs<br /><br /><em><strong>Soulmama</strong><br />10 Jacka Boulevard<br />St Kilda, VIC 3182<br />Ph. 03 9525 3338<br />Open daily</em></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-57021024435036115972009-01-11T22:28:00.007+11:002009-04-19T17:37:54.051+10:00Cheap as bro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8KMKlQ9li08NXqjKc-xxIxoKKG5AA9vZFb7jo4iKCpjEtqUuoiqGscNZiFUYdNBtwp9xnviT2wCpen34XsuwNLx2kepGcoXMRQ0e-idvXGXX_uBj_trVoizbbxktA2-5xJx1MeuXCSaT/s1600-h/fish'n'chips.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289998076984125330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8KMKlQ9li08NXqjKc-xxIxoKKG5AA9vZFb7jo4iKCpjEtqUuoiqGscNZiFUYdNBtwp9xnviT2wCpen34XsuwNLx2kepGcoXMRQ0e-idvXGXX_uBj_trVoizbbxktA2-5xJx1MeuXCSaT/s320/fish'n'chips.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Doing it cheap has unwelcomely turned up in my life; I thought it got washed away with text books and all nighters when I graduated into full-time employment but alas...it has returned. Hold back your donations; it’s not that bad I still have a job. </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">After frolicking in the joys of passive income I made a commitment to start saving for things beyond a Kings of Leon concert and quite frankly the passive income is taking a beating. I am sure anyone who has saved for something; overseas holiday, deposit on a house, higher education knows what it is like to wake up in the morning and feel Povo, bro ( for those who have never walked in this land, its short for Poverty). </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Like you though – I don’t want to give up my lifestyle or pleasures so...over the next few weeks I will be out and about on the eating and drinking scene flashing my $5 bill like I just-don’t-care to report back to you, how much fun you really can have on five dollars.</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-64469764870315526242008-12-14T20:19:00.003+11:002009-04-19T17:37:39.122+10:00Cumulus Inc.<span style="font-family:arial;">45 Flinders Lane<br />Monday – Friday 7am – 11pm<br />Saturday 9am – 11pm</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br />Cumulonimbus Inc may have been a more appropriate name for Cumulus Inc. As Melbourne was experiencing the most atrocious weather conditions, I was on a mission to get to this most highly publicised edition to the Melbourne eating scene. As the wind funnelled down Flinders Lane, recycling bins rebelled off the curb into the streets, rain lashed at me like a tormented child; I was a renegade battling against the elements. Unsurprisingly the love for good food proved enough motivation to see me through the storm.</div><div align="justify"><br />Side stepping into the crevasse (doorway), I contract my now fan-tangled umbrella and step inside this much talked about eating house. Greeted by the man at the coffee machine he tells me that the tables are all full and offers me a seat at the bar. Often I feel short changed when stuck at the bar, however being elevated you really do get exceptional staring opportunities. I take a seat and gaze around. Jackets hanging off winkle pickers, chiefs intimately immersed into the layout, light fittings that are taking on a life of their own. The edginess of this place is uncomfortably cool; though kudos must go to the staff for off-setting this too-cool vibe through their warmth and loveliness. </div><div align="justify"><br />The bar I am seated at is the drinks station; hot and cold. The coffee is hands-down the best I have had in Melbourne and judging on the care that went into squeezing my juice I would place a bet that this place does a pretty good job on its alcoholic beverages. Breakfast is basics done with a twist. Bircher Muesli with granny smiths and almonds ($8), Sardines with Parsley, tomato and lemon on sourdough ($11), blood sausage, fried eggs and fruit salad also slip in there. Edging closer to savoury o’clock I ordered the recommended Tom Cooper’s smoked salmon, 65/65 egg, sorrel, apple and dill ($16). My plate arrived after a 20minute (or so) wait. If you imagine grilled sourdough topped with sliced avocado, dressed baby spinach and smoked salmon then my 65/65 egg and grated apple, this is about what it looked like. Times this by 500 and that was the taste. The salmon almost evaporated into my mouth it was that succulent, the bread held its own against the egg yolk and the acid in the apple added the needed bite to a mouthful of avocado. I was full, but feeling good – not guilty. The Cumulus Inc. Breakfast was also a hit; an alliance of all your breakfast favourites in one.</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br />For those who can’t do commitment but want to see what this place is all about I suggest a coffee and sugar hit from the morsels in the cabinet – or on the flip side a vino at the bar. Rain or shine, morning or night Cumulus has it covered.</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-62432932210906511362008-11-11T21:43:00.006+11:002008-11-11T22:00:32.189+11:00Cafe Sweethearts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zQW6DkUN8GRQtJJGlMNZnWL7KTWpIyHUxuE81eOsm7o_RCX9rifTa66z3kDyuzAu8lGZLiyuDvDwupkeYVJ9-NgHuUDYuvdoaQ3kxRii0gl40pS8VtVKf-28Va6OU7a-EkNERq4MAdTQ/s1600-h/cafe+sweethearts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267349533562966706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zQW6DkUN8GRQtJJGlMNZnWL7KTWpIyHUxuE81eOsm7o_RCX9rifTa66z3kDyuzAu8lGZLiyuDvDwupkeYVJ9-NgHuUDYuvdoaQ3kxRii0gl40pS8VtVKf-28Va6OU7a-EkNERq4MAdTQ/s320/cafe+sweethearts.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">263 Coventry Street, South Melbourne<br />ph. 03 9690 6752<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Love... love me do, you know I love you....for many people in Melbourne, not enough praise can be sung for South Melbourne’s Cafe Sweethearts. Basking in the sun with large glass windows set for a view of a lake lined with weeping willows, this cafe looks like it belongs in Daylesford – quite the contrast from other Melbourne haunts that pride themselves on their dark alluring hidden locations, emo-pop wait staff in order to manifest that much publicised Melbourne cafe culture.</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Walking into Sweethearts you are greeted by wait-staff who acknowledge you with a smile then hastily run back to the counter, mutter amongst themselves and then in a cool calm collected manner graciously seat you at your table which can take the form of bar seats over looking Coventry Street or wooden tables against cushion seated walls – so country. Cosily placed on my cushion seat with my coffee order already in the system it was time to relax. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />The gentle vibe of Sweethearts suits itself to brunch out with grandma and mum, visiting parents or a place to meet people who you don’t know so well –it won’t offend anyone and you can be assured the food will win hearts over.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Spanning over 4 pages the brunch menu exhausts all egg combinations known to man...and chicken. Everything from Benedict with ham, with salmon, with avocado to scrambled eggs on rye with this that and the next thing. They even managed to put a fried egg on the Lumberjack Pancakes with Bacon and Maple Syrup.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />A table favourite was the Eggs Benedict with Avocado. Essentially an English muffin split, toasted, topped with a couple of slices of avo followed by two very oozy bright poached eggs –Taa-da! Not rocket science but simple and fresh. The one thing I did however struggle with and have done many times before is; when they make the eggs that god-dam runny do they really think that a measly English muffin is going to soak it all up? Am I really expected to just say sayonara to all that delicious egg yolk on my plate? Maybe cafes should start a movement where they leave left over crusts in a basket on your table for you to mop up residual yolk. Genius.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />The sweet pancakes are made with oat providing a great nutty taste – clearly egg whites have been well whipped before going into the batter to make a very light cake. The serving size is generous as is the side jug of thick maple syrup. If you are only looking for a little indulgence I would suggest opting for daily baked muffins on the counter. It would be ignorant to dismiss Sweethearts as an egg and pancake shop only; spinach and herb polenta, roesti and fruit toast and muesli/porridge variations also adorn the menu.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />If I was to sum Cafe Sweethearts up in one word I would say consistent; consistently good coffee, consistently fresh ingredients, consistent service – consistent stream of customers. It is not the cheapest in town, nor the funkiest – we are talking a beige decor here. However like your first love, no one forgets Cafe Sweethearts and everyone likes to visit their ol’ sweetheart once and a while.</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-48183454063637888142008-11-11T21:37:00.002+11:002008-11-11T21:42:49.029+11:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Rocks</span><br />1 Schnapper Point Drive<br />Mornington,<br />Ph. 03 5973 5599</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There is a lot to be said for the saying ‘there is a time and place for everything’. The Rocks of Mornington has its place and time – but breakfast is not it. Offering a “unique fresh air dining experience with an absolute waterfront setting” it is worth the visit...for a late lunch or dinner. However as visitors to the area we entrusted the local knowledge of Nancy from the Mornington Peninsula Information Centre and meandered down there for our bacon and egg fix. Just what we needed to gear us up for a day of wine tasting!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sitting as part of what appears to be Mornington Yacht Club; The Rocks has a great sea-side vibe that slips you into holiday mode before you can say catch-of-the-day. Taking our seat in the undercover veranda area known as ‘The Deck’ we were left for a few minutes wondering if this was table or self service. Once our menu arrived things seemed to kick into action a little more; coffee orders were taken and water put on the table. The local brew of Five Senses Mornington coffee was on offer. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Salivating at the thought of bacon and eggs or some French toast we were a little disappointed to see there was no formal breakfast, let alone brunch menu – apparently this is only found in ‘The Dining Room’ – the formal part of The Rocks, for us it was either a muffin or straight into the salt and pepper squid. It had not yet ticked over 11am and I was struggling to make a decision. Sweet corn and zucchini fritters with thyme and sea salt roasted tomatoes came to my rescue and my male companions thought the Wagyu beef burger sounded like a pretty good compromise to the big breakfast.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Our meals arrived after a good 20 minutes of gazing at row boats, incoming fishing charters and tankers in the horizon. The fritters were deep fried which served well to line my stomach for the day’s activities but they were in dire need of lashings of salt. It was served with a basic salad and some crusty bread. The Wagyu burger was the winner on the day; flavoursome homemade onion chutney, gutsy beef patty without the greasy aftertaste and some corker potato chips on the side. From my opinion it the food was satisfactory, adjective. Giving satisfaction sufficient to meet a demand or requirement; adequate. Had I the chance to view and eat off The Dining Room brunch menu it may have been a different story with the likes of ricotta pancakes with poached peaches and basil ($15), Spanish style baked beans with eggs ($16) and of course the big breakfast ($19) which true to tradition, didn’t adorn one bit of seafood. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The Rocks is not cheap but if you have travelled to the Peninsula because you want to feel like you are at the peninsula then this is the place to be. With seagulls flying over the water, the smell of sea in the air the view works hard to make up for the mediocre cafe that is The Deck at The Rocks.</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-87387257581014490692008-10-19T21:26:00.004+11:002008-10-30T23:30:10.142+11:00Going Home to Amiconi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccZ6-mm6G7kouEX6NazKGo8Xmy5Z2TzYHUVlDw-HAyLlzL1Krnruu5gywc5cGPYJxMD1dbTvx-2Vl4aLQU2ITVeJ6JSjlv1iIMqDsy6URazc0tzzqSGscxqMIhlUkvb2vlqzOtLWS5lZF/s1600-h/profiteroles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400062754920178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccZ6-mm6G7kouEX6NazKGo8Xmy5Z2TzYHUVlDw-HAyLlzL1Krnruu5gywc5cGPYJxMD1dbTvx-2Vl4aLQU2ITVeJ6JSjlv1iIMqDsy6URazc0tzzqSGscxqMIhlUkvb2vlqzOtLWS5lZF/s320/profiteroles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7dcilWNqW5Ja_ThIhjT4-Mj2vbtS_VHBO1jvh7LrvCr4ZpoOWRagxgyrcPajFKdaOrg9PkHc-4AAqQYhfJ3TBa3S8nevi9Ya1Ax14UOPG9qCALqBsqtiwvnK05Gsya23CsEUwNrnAZE1/s1600-h/Amiconi+Interior.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Amiconi</span> Restaurant</span><br /></em><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">359 Victoria Street, North Melbourne<br />p. 03 9328 3710</span> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Visually, you could be mistaken for thinking you had walked into someone’s house, waiters laze about the bar as if they were entertaining at home. Family portraits and newspaper clippings line the walls. The Italian lure of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Amiconi</span> cannot be ignored- the atmosphere is something that can only truly be manifested by years of hard work and relentless passion. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Immediately seated, the service is prompt and professional on the outside- however once comfortably settled the charade is over and you are time travelling back to Ma and Pa’s house in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Napoli</span>. Warmed olives are bought to your table, courtesy of the house. As you would bring a bottle of wine over to friends, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Amiconi</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">BYO</span>- a refreshing change from the bulk of many other Italian restaurants –‘$15 house’ red wine your grandfather made. No thanks.<br /><br />Our waitress far exceeded our expectations not only was she attentive she was refreshingly honest. As someone that suffers acute Food Envy I find it hard to settle on one dish of choice; subsequently I only dine out with those who believe in the communal eating ethos i.e. stealing from one another’s plates. Our waitress was like minded and offered three of the best picks, and in the interim challenged the foreseeable ordering of garlic bread with a suggestion of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ciabatta</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">alla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Parma</span> instead. Just enough to whet the appetite - we eagerly awaited our mains.<br /><br />The Tagliatelle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">alla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Carbonara</span> provided us with a solid benchmark on which to measure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Amiconi</span> up against its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Lygon</span> Street counterparts. It was flavoursome and consoling without the need to say forty Hail Mary’s to your butt and thighs. Soft in texture and with a basic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Napoli</span> sauce enveloping it, the Gnocchi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">alla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mattriciana</span> appealed to the simple palette. I personally found it a little dull, however arriving with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Parmesan</span> freshly grated on top (as opposed to the dehydrated form in a glass shaker on the table...not acceptable) accentuated the craftsmanship and love that goes into the preparation of food at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Amiconi</span>. The star main was the Tortellini <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ai</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Funghi</span>; stuffed with savoury meat and blanked in a heady mushroom sauce it was delectable. For those inquisitive one’s savoury meat is (and I am only referencing one source here) meat that has been mixed in with spices. It was not until we asked this question that the waitress gave us that answer and truly reflected on how ridiculous it sounds. Not a place to mess with tradition I imagine savoury meat will stay on the menu for many moons to come.<br /><br />The dessert menu covers the typical mainstream Italian fair; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Tiramisu</span> & Co. The ‘special’ was Chocolate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Broulee</span>, I don’t know how Italian that is but if theirs was anything to go by I would be first to adopt it as my country’s dessert. Its rich and decadent body was protected by a sugary crust, served with home-made Vanilla bean ice cream its bitterness was subtly controlled. Profiteroles came in a serving of four, fresh puffed pastry with a sweetened cream cheese like filling, dark chocolate coating them - Vanilla Bean ice cream to the side. Both dishes were accompanied with gargantuan chocolate dipped strawberries; the quintessential surprise and delight factor. Love it.<br /><br />For the authentic Italian experience, side step <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Lygon</span> Street and catch the 57 to North Melbourne. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Amiconi</span> will be waiting there like an old friend to welcome you with open arms.</span><br /></div></span><br /><br /><div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-44601501701787631452008-10-08T19:51:00.000+11:002008-10-08T19:52:50.107+11:00St AliSt Ali _____________________________________________________________________<br />12- 18 Yarra Place. South Melbourne.<br /><a href="http://www.stali.com.au/">www.stali.com.au</a><br />Ph 03 9686 2990<br /><br />While this is not something I would normally preach, exposure to UV rays does have some benefits- the key one being; it assists in the body’s absorption of Vitamin D. Vitamin D is found in a variety of animal derived products such as eggs. So as I awoke to a crisp sunlit morning I thought me ‘best get me Vitamin D conversion happening while the sun still shines’. Yeah Ha<br />St Ali has the perfect combination of eggs and sun. Tucked away in a South Melbourne side street it is an industrial looking building both inside and out; exposed brick, roller garage doors that act as faux walls and concrete flooring sets a tone that is raw, honest and earthy.<br />As you approach St Ali there is a harmony that surrounds it, maybe it’s the sun streaming in, the light aroma of freshly roasted coffee or the uncluttered easy feeling decor. Whatever it was I liked it. I choose to sit by the elevated garage doors (I was now perfectly aligned with the sun for my conversion to take place...). My order was promptly taken with the waitress offering recommendations on request.<br />With over ten blends of coffee to choose from the concise brunch menu was appreciated. Eggs were the order of the day done poached, poached or poached. There was the standard fruit toast and Bircher options, all of healthy sizing’s and the ‘tasting plate’ which is a touch of brilliance for those who can’t make decisions; fruit toast, home poached winter fruits and a selection of toasted nuts-yum.<br />The roast of the day coffee-(done latte) arrived first, hot and milky. Not as strong as I was expecting for an on-premises roaster; what I would call a non-offensive coffee. Remaining on the vitamin conversion quest I opted for poached eggs on toasted pide with onion relish, haloumi and baby spinach topped with a rustic dukka. It arrived in good time and was presented well. The eggs were poached to perfection, still a bit runny with stunning bright golden yokes. On the downside, the dish was a little light on the relish which would have provided the oomph that it lacked. Overall it was not too heavy or salty however if your after a taste explosion you’ll be disappointed.<br />In addition to the menu there is delectable’s in the counter display including cupcakes, brownie, fresh pastries and slices. They serve the full Phoenix Organic drinks range and I shouldn’t forget to mention you can buy their coffee in take-home packs starting at $10 for 250gm of the St Ali blend.<br />It seems that everyone is in for a little Vitamin D action from the young families to recreational cyclists to the urban cool. In a city that prides itself on its poky laneway cafes it is nice to finally find an oasis where sunshine and eggs become one, I’ll Yeah-Ha to that!<br /><br />Open: daily for breakfast and lunch<br />Price: brunch $8 - $13, coffee $3<br />Kid Friendly: YesSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703166061622315723.post-91068693972801377972008-10-07T21:17:00.000+11:002008-10-07T21:38:48.378+11:00Coming out of the closet<span style="font-family:arial;">When the highlight of your day is getting home to cook I think your heart and/or stomach is trying to tell you something. Like most, I grew up fussy, a life of fish fingers and 2 Minute Noodles was for me. I cant pin down the date but there came a day when I made a declaration 'I want to be able to eat everything!'</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Life seemed to short to discriminate against certain foods and as I went on to learn in my food studies no human is actually born to forever hate brussel sprouts, anchovies or anything for that matter - we can train our taste buds and brain to enjoy any food. It just takes practice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Like a good servant I preach to my Food Messiah daily; eating, reading, thinking and talking food (much to the nuance of boyf); Gourmet Digs acts as my sound board where I come to share what I care about- Food</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07539892904094199165noreply@blogger.com0