The dinner hour for CTS and, we suspect, many other bloggers and foodies is somewhere between 6pm and 7pm.
For some, this is the legacy of having – or having had – very young children.
Perhaps “available light” has something to do with it.
I’ve even heard of bloggers who only do lunch for that very reason!
But a big part of it for us is … we’re hungry for food, hungry for adventure.
So 8pm seems way too late, especially on a work/school night.
The Mediterranean post-sietsa 9pm or later?
Early evening dining also means missing rush hour and always getting a seat.
In the case of tiny Ebi in West Footcray, that latter point is no small thing.
Entering by myself and taking a seat at the bar, I go through the usual routine … look at the display cabinet, consult the blackboard menu, peruse the regular menu, before saying …
“I’ll have fish and chips thanks, John – large!”
John: “How did I know you were going to say that?!”
Me: “Hmmpf! You must have other regulars who always order the same thing?”
The genial, chrome-domed Ebi host the proceeds to count off a long list of regulars with whom he is on first-name terms and their invariable choices – “fish three ways”, vegetable balls, udon, bento and so it goes.
Everyone gets their own groove on at Ebi …