Recently, one of my favourite bloggers (who is also a chef) recently asked why profit is a dirty word. It reiterates the age old one-liner from anyone working in hospitality, “Doing it for the...
Months: that is how far we are going back. Not long ago, Pho Chu The was THE place to go to on Victoria St, with its all-exclusive pho menu and special of spring rolls plastered to the wall. As alw...
I usually don’t try to get to the new places in a hurry as I know the nature of a restaurant trying to find itself and not being the oh-look-at-me-I-was-here-on-th e-first-day/soft-launch/openin ...
This joint is no longer new and the information has properly circulated; the spin-off of the US and UK Milk & Honey members-only churches of booze. Luckily, they let anyone into the old art and ...
So, I could address you all as “faithful readers,” ” my dear company” or “wonderful people, ” but you and I all know that I would never be kind enough to call anyo...
It seems that MONA is a massive tourist attraction now, being essentially, the tax-write off of professional gambler and (as it appears) art-lover David Walsh. The museum is pretty banging and if I w...
Gami chicken has become the holy grail of beer and chicken over the last year. Serving Korean food alongside their half and full chickens, a friend of mine and I decided to take up the challenge bef...
Sometimes sitting by the beach while it’s raining, in a car with two of my favourite people eating absolute trash is amazing. I love eating dirty food with absolutely no nutritional value as m...
I dread eating with my family. No, I dread eating with my parents. For some reason, they view dining out like my educational pursuits: not good enough. There are a simple set of behaviours which a...
I received an email a week ago from my friend Pham and I’m going to copy and paste it here for you because who can resist lifting copy? I’m not a journalist, so I’ll let myself be ...
You may have already experienced the Taco Truck hitting Melbourne, I heard flutterings of its conception and presentation at the Roy Choi dinner and had a raised eyebrow of skepticism towards it. Unf...
This is the place that everyone knows about, but no one gives up the information. People want to keep it their secret, or at least keep the chatter around it quiet enough that they can find themselv...
I have a group of friends who possess a creative ferocity that forces you to stop and notice what they’re doing. It may be brash, it may be fast, it may be silent, but there is also an innocen...
So, let’s get this out of the way. My room is a mess of paraphernalia of the MFWF. My desks are littered with menus, bags with function packs stuffed firmly between the restaurant’s bad...
Let’s get this straight, I am not going to apologise for my lack of posts. I am, however, going to tell you why I haven’t been posting so much. I’ve been too busy living my life- d...
My sister has recently returned from Japan and quit her job. This, for me, is a good thing. She goes out more and thus has more time to do ridiculous things with me. Friends of mine who have just m...
I love ramen, you love ramen, half the people I follow on twitter love ramen, and I am sure those who have not owned up to it love ramen as well. I guess the only problem with ramen in Melbourne is, ...
I was going to start into a post about rationalisations, politics and all those serious issues that surround a person’s different identities and circles, but I honestly don’t have the ene...
From the Josie Bones website I am sure I don’t need to tell you the backstory of this place. Some dude with greasy hair, a hat and tats goes on a reality TV show, meets clean-cut, young and do...
I am a very judgmental and skeptical person. I am also spelling that out for you in case you didn’t realise that already. Last night, I got a visit from a friend who I don’t know so well,...
Butter. It seems to be on everyone’s lips at the moment, terrible father pun intended. I also mean “everyone,” when I’m talking Melbourne Fairfax and our weekly Age supplemen...
Oh, Leo. Leo, Leo, Leo. It all started a few weeks ago when we mime-clinked our glasses together while sitting at the bar of restaurants opposite each other. Solo-diners and solo-drinkers by nature...
I stumbled upon Le Cellier a few weeks ago while walking along Brunswick St. This means two things: 1- I am a lazy blogger 2- I don’t often walk down Brunswick St The first is because, well, I&...
It’s true. I get drunk and I eat those dirty pizza slices from Brunswick St. Not often, but I do. I like over-fried chips and potato cakes buried in table salt and malt vinegar. I get drunk an...
Because that is what all the cool kids are doing these days. Yes, I am a lazy blogger and I am one day late in announcing this, but really, if you want me to cook for you, just ask. Now, you’r...
Not all of my HK adventures were pleasant. I think I have quite a few horrific food memories which resulted in much of my sadness for wasting precious stomach space. One of them was receiving a bowl...
Named after a particular TV show, watching the kitchen work (the ever-adorable Dan Wilson and three rockin’ chicks) together actually makes me think of Charlie’s Angels. Perhaps I should ...
I’ve been here a few times, mainly to give it a chance, but also because I like the fact that I’m not playing, “which-Asian-language-am -I-speaking-today-to-order-my- food?” My ...
There are those places which I have just not blogged about. Not because I don’t think they’re worthy of a blog, but much like a new film or a book, everyone’s already done it, been...
Sometimes I wish I were a DJ so I could say, “No requests!” But, I’m not. The reason for this is, sometimes, you meet people in the food industry that say, “Don’t say t...
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