Cannoli Bar, 23 Riviera Road, Avondale Heights. Phone: 93377049
In the months since CTS first wrote about Cannoli Bar, the place has become wildly famous.
A great big bunch of media coverage has ensued, but I’d like to think it’s the sheer outstanding quality of what is on offer that is the main driver of all this feverish fandom.
Since then, too, Cannoli Bar has expanded its fare.
There’s a much longer range of cannoli available, many of them of a colourful and creative bent.
And that expansion means lunch.
Lunch options include really good-looking pizza slices.
And a couple of daily pasta selections.
I decide against the cannelloni with beef, opting instead for the eggplant parmigiana ($18, top photo).
Oh my, my, my – this is heaven.
It arrives in a very hot bowl, its contents still bubbling.
It’s a glorious mix of eggplant, the top bits nicely crunchy, tomato and cheese.
My lunch is wonderfully enhanced by a parade of hardcore blues classics – Albert King’s Born Under A Bad Sign, Bobby Bland’s Ain’t No Love In The Heart Of The City, Sonny Boy William’s Help Me and more.
Thank you very, very much.
My wonderful lunch is completed by biscotto cherry ($2) and cafe latte – both equally fine.
I had originally intended this outing to be the basis of a story about panettone – more precisely the merits of the cheap, mass-produced ones we get from the supermarket compared to more rustic renditions.
But all that seems a bit redundant in light of the fact that I grab the very last of Cannoili Bar’s pistachio amaretto panettone ($25) and that the eight remaining choc chip versions will likely be gone by the time you read this.
Back home, Bennie and I soon discover that all panettones are most definitely not the same.
Yes, the pistachio crust is super.
But it’s the “cake” itself that truly wows us.
It’s chewy, much more fibrous than the cheapo versions we’re familiar with, delicious.
We won’t be casual about this one.
No hacking off a slice at a mere whim.
This is something to be savoured.
Cannoli Bar is open Wednesdays through Saturdays.
If you can make it, I suggest week-day visits, as I suspect this place gets crazy busy at the weekends.
There is something ridiculously fine about tootling down a rather ordinary suburban street, headed for this very cool Italian establishment.