Each of my visits to Olivessence at its previous incarnation in Victoria St, Seddon, had coincided with the recent purchase of olive oil elsewhere.
For my first to its new digs in the Barkly Theatre apartment building, olive oil is short at home and definitely on the agenda.
First, though, another of life’s essentials – coffee.
And very good it is, too.
Olivessence’s range of olive oil may not seem that grand – but the accent is very much on homegrown quality rather than quantity, with a tasting table set up beside the VOO racks.
The store also stocks a fairly handy range of goodies such as condiments, pastas and so on.
The big change from Victoria St is the addition of a coffee machine, something the in-built apartment-dwelling customers no doubt appreciate to the hilt. In a broader sense, and like Pound Cafe up the road a bit, Olivessence should benefit from a dearth of coffee options in the immediate surrounding neighbourhood.
Food-wise, Olivessence runs to breakfast of the toast and muffins variety.
Lunch comes via a modest list of platters that range from $6 to $20 for two that include a revolving range of olive oils, oilves, cheeses, Turkish bread, dukkah and so on.
The sweets highlight is the presence of Cavallaro canoli.
And out I go, Glenora Grove VOO firmly clutched under arm and happy in the knowledge of another friendly drop-in coffee spot.
We may be sports pigs, but AFL is not high on our radar, even if the Western Bulldogs are our nominal team of choice.
We’re more your Melbourne Storm/Melbourne Victory kinda guys.
But we pass the Bulldogs’ headquarters many times each week – sometimes while out on the food hunt, sometimes while hitting the Sims grocery just up the road and sometimes while simply tooling around.
So since a glowing review of Pound Cafe by Ms Baklover at her Footscray Food Blog, it was a matter of sooner rather than later that we’d be visiting the newly revamped HQ.
My, what an asset it is to the neighbourhood – especially in terms of diversity, as for our Monday lunch when the usual round of African/Viet/Indian and the like just simply didn’t appeal.
And with a brand new housing estate rapidly taking shape right next door, you’d think this place will do real well.
At first blush it appears to be a rather cold space wrested from the vestibule of the revamped stand.
But we felt relaxed and welcomed the more time we spent there.
As did a number of customers who came and went as we enjoyed our lunch, all of whom seemed already comfortable with using Pound Cafe as a drop-in, catch-up sort of place. The immediate neighbourhood is light-on for coffee places, so that’s another niche handily filled.
Copies of both Melbourne dailies were available at no cost and – glory be! – there were hand paper towels in the loos.
For our first taste of Pound tucker, we weighed in with two of the three available burgers, Bennie ordering the plain beef ($8) and Kenny the lamb ($9.50). Thankfully, we restricted ourselves to a side order of chips ($1.50) rather than a bowl ($4). There were heaps of them, so the bowl must be huge!
The burgers were pretty good, with Bennie’s beef having the edge thanks to its bacon and tangy sauce. My lamb job was tasty, too, though the advertised Moroccan element seemed elusive and the beetroot chutney lent it a mushy aspect. In both cases, the bread and trimmings were fine, even if salady bits and pieces not actually in the burgers served only as redundant garnishes.
The chips were crispy and unoily, like we like ’em, but the seasoning – salt and paprika the manager informed me – had a sort of odd baconish flavour. Not bad, but – yes – a little odd.
There were lighter lunch options.
The specials board boasted a $6.50 potato, leek and bacon soup, while the bloke on the table behind us was enjoying what looked like a fine risotto of mushrooms, pesto, spinach and fetta ($11, $15).
Other menu items included a steak sandwich ($10.50) and flathead fillets with beer batter, chips, salad and tartare sauce ($12.50), as well as more snacky items and premade rolls.
A can of that Coca Cola stuff cost $2.70, which seemed pretty steep considering the general tenor of the pricing.
However, whatever our minor quibbles, Pound Cafe is a winner – and who knows? It might make more fervent Bulldogs supporters out of us yet!
One of my fondest (tastiest) memories of my St Kilda years is of a modest little food shop at the Espy end of Fitzroy St.
Cleopatra’s was basically a takeaway joint, though a couple of tables meant it could just about pass for a restaurant – and that’s precisely how I used it on countless occasions over many years.
The family that ran it was delightful and friendly, and their Lebanese food was stupendously fine – I have particularly mouth-watering recall of the chicken skewers and housemade lemonade.
As that end of Fitzroy St became increasingly cluttered with slick restaurants, Cleopatra’s migrated up the road to full restaurant status opposite the Junction Oval. By then I’d moved west, so visits were few.
And then it was gone.
(If anyone knows if the family concerned is still in the food business, please let me know!)
Cleopatra’s and its fine food had, of course, nothing at all to do with the famed empress or the land she ruled.
The name, I’ve always presumed, signalled an earlier and less sophisticated era of Australian foodiness, when citizens needed to be hit over the head with signposts of the most basic and banal and not necessarily all that accurate kind.
Same deal with Kowloon House in Laverton – likewise, it has little or nothing to do with Kowloon. Although it does trade in fried noodles, laksas and tom yum dishes, it’s another Filipino hot spot.
We’d already checked out Kabayan Filipino Restaurant in Cairnlea, and we’re very much looking forward to the Philippine Fiesta at the Melbourne Showgrounds in a couple of weeks.
So my solo trip to Kowloon House, which I’d spied on my many commutes by train to Geelong, on a typical Melbourne spring day (pelting down with rain) was more by way of tuning up.
It’s a cheerful and welcoming place, and whatever it’s dependence on clientele that prefers other southeast Asian dishes, it’s clearly Filipino at heart – as a bain marie of defiantly funky-looking stew dishes and array of groceries attest.
Once again I was confronted with the choice between bain marie and grilled dishes, opting for tapsilog, a rice-based dish that seems to be a breakfast meal that has come to have wider applications.
I liked it a lot.
The garlic rice was fluffy and flecked with egg. The fried egg was perfect. The marinated beef (I forgot to ask what exactly it was marinated in) was black, tough, chewy, but went real well with the little bowl of soy sauce-laced vinegar provided for dipping. And the little bundle of pickled papaya salad added another touch of piquancy.
It was a meal of happiness but also one of dubious healthiness!
The takeaway/catering menu of Kowloon House lists a revolving cast of daily specials: Tapsilob, halo-halo, pinakbet, sisig, caldareta, chicken adobo, monggo, dinuguan, ginatang langka, medudo, okoy, sinigang na baboy, turon.
Having just finished, ahem, digesting Google/Wikipedia explanations for most of them, I realise my Filpino food journey has a long way to go!
Grandma Pauline, cousin Kaye, mum Deborah, son Bennie and son/dad Kenny.
265 Little Bourke St. Phone: 9639 0555
Our second splash-up dinner was at the Mercure, on Little Burke between Swanston and Elizabeth.
It’s my mum hotel of choice when visiting Melbourne.
Bennie’s mum, Deborah, objected to my description of it as a “budget hotel” – and she was right to the extent that this ain’t no backpacker establishment.
It’s a clean, non-nonsense, few-frills place – and one in which you wouldn’t expect to get anything beyond serviceable food.
I’m happy to say that summation was grandly trashed – the meal we all (Grandma Pauline, Bennie, his mum Deborah and I) enjoyed was rather thrilling – and certainly much better and smartly priced than we’d had the previous day in the much more swish and pricey Waterfront.
The hotel’s restaurant, The Louden Kitchen & Grill, continued the transit lounge vibe, having the sort of utilitarian and temporary feel you might find in an upmarket eatery in a large train station.
But food was super – and we’d all recommend it for anyone wanting some Mediterranean-styled tucker at very affordable prices, with a bonus to be prized – this is a mostly unknown, unstoried and tranquil space that quietly goes about its business just a few metres from the hustle and bustle of Chinatown and the CBD.
This time Bennie was in luck – and he wasted no time in ordering the burger. Described as a “lamb burger with tzatziki, grilled onion, Greek romesco” ($15.5), it was hight, wide, handsome and tasty. Bennie ran out of eating juice halfway through, having eaten Lord knows what while galavanting around the CBD all day with his Kiwi relatives.
Pauline and Deb both ordered rump steaks ($32), and both gave their meat the big thumbs up. The mains at The Louden come with a side dish of choice from a list that contains some of the most appealing things on the menu. In the girls’ case, the baby roast vegetables were a wonderous jumble of bean, beetroot, baby turnip, snow pea and carrot, while the potato fritters were a couple disappointing cakes of the hashbrown variety.
My baked blue eye ($28) looked modest of proportion but was oh-so-yummy. It was cooked just right. I appreciate the skill that takes. The accompanying tomato chilli relish was a bit of a trickster, too, looking dull and lifeless but having a sweet tang that brought the sublime fish even more to life. My side dish – the Greek salad – was also fine, its feta cheese having disintegrated to just the right degree to act a further dressing for the cakes, toms, red onion and olives.
Desserts of rhubarb fool tart, gooseberry and elderflower ice cream with hazelnut crunch ($12) and chocolate and hazelnut flourless torte brought a satisfactory full stop to a meal that delighted us – and one that seemed to have added charm given that was far superior to what I at least imagined we be presented with.
Ahhh … so nice to have attentive dinner companions, no?
We do things differently when Grandma comes to town.
I’ve shared many a Melbourne meal with Pauline Ethel Weir, quite a few of them of the Chinese and Indian variety.
But there’s no way some of the more exotic regulars in our trick bag – chicken feet, laksa, pho and seaweed are just a few that come to mind – are going to fly when Pauline’s over for a visit.
This is especially so when time is of the essence, as it was last weekend when mum and my cousin Kaye flew in from New Plymouth for a quickie visit that revolved around catching up with family and seeing Mary Poppins.
So it was that we shared a number of meals over four days with a revolving cast of characters and in wildly different settings.
The first – a curry dinner at our joint – was a lot of fun. But blow me down – why is it that I can make such sublime dal of various kinds (even if I do say so myself), yet struggle with any sort of meat curry? In this case, the lamb doh piaza was dry, tough and bland, despite all that hand mixing of fresh spices.
Oh well …
For Sunday lunch, Pauline, her grandson and myself fronted Waterfront at Port Melbourne’s Station Pier. We’d had an enjoyable dinner there on her previous visit, it was a nice spring day and we were up for it.
We were the first to arrive for the lunch sitting and were shown to a glass-topped table that had an outdoor ambience but thankfully boasted sufficient shelter to protect us from a still nippy breeze. Ain’t Melbourne weather grand?
The first disappointment came when Bennie found out there was no burger on the menu. Frankly, I shared his surprise – Waterfront is a for-sure seafood establishment, but it looks and feels like the sort of place that would have a burger tucked away on the menu somewhere.
No matter – we were all bloody hungry, so we ordered a bowl of chips ($9) to bridge the gap. They were fabulous! I mean, really really really good. As was the creamy mayo they came with.
All three of us were conservative with our main meal choices – mum went for the fish and chips ($32), I went for the whole snapper with olive oil, lemon, oregano, rosemary potatoes ($38) and Bennie – a defiantly unfishy boy, that one – opted for the kids’ menu linguine bolognese.
Next disappointment: Having already stuffed our gobs with chips, I inquired whether it would be possible to switch my spuds for a salad. No sir, I was informed – you want salad, you order salad.
This proved doubly unfortunate, as the baby spuds that came with my snapper were bland, tasteless and seemed to be profoundly unseasoned in any way at all. The advertised rosemary amounted to a single tiny leaf as far as I could tell. There were numerous specks of some dried herb, but it was so devoid of flavour I was unable to identify it.
The snapper itself was pretty good – a little on the dry side, and could have done with more of the olive oil and lemon. But I have this sort of tucker so infrequently that enjoyed the hell out of it anyway.
Kids menus? Thankfully, Bennie has just about left those behind. But his pasta was a beaut – and he sucked up every last strand. Something of a bargain, too, at $12, considering the prices in general.
Pauline liked her fish and chips, but I reckoned the two pieces of whiting were too puny by far. The chips outnumbered our earlier meal-starting side serve by a large margin, which seemed a little perverse.
Our meal’s highlight came with the sweeties, Pauline ordering the hazelnut raspberry brulee ($13.50) and Bennie the chocolate mousse ($14.50). They were all class, scrumptious, smartly priced and smiles abounded.
Heaven forbid that as he leaves kids’ menus behind, Bennie develops a fondness for flash deserts!
By the time we left the place was packed and the staff were turning people away.
I’d recommend Waterfront for special occasions.
Next time – and we had a sufficiently nice time to know there will be a next time – I’ll see if I can usher those accompanying me towards more adventurous choices.
The paella at a nearby table looked interesting, as did the numerous Japanese-styled dishes that whizzed by us as our lunch drew to a close.
Our meal cost $146, which included a $10 glass of wine for Grandma, $4.50 Cokes for father and son, and a couple of OK $4 coffees.
Our mixed experience is reflected by reviews ranging from scathing to rapturous found here and here.
Waterfront is undeniably a very nice space in which to spend some time, and given the kind of food it trades in and the kind of customers it attracts, I suspect it’s all but immune to criticism.
Pretty much everybody, I would guess, who cavorts in the playground of western suburbs cheap eats has what I think of “single-dish restaurants” filed away in their mental Rolodexes.
Smack in the middle of Footscray’s Viet enclave, is in an eatery that backs on to the Market That Doesn’t Allow Cameras – it does a perfectly fine non-pho lineup of soup noodles and rice dishes. But that’s never why I hit the place. Nope, I go there for just one reason – the Vietnamese stewed beef. It’s a marvel – beef on the bone always meltingly tender, big chunks of carrot, served with egg or rice noodles – or both. Or served, just for a change, with a crusty bread roll. It’s always excellent but always different – depending on how old any particular batch of stew actually is.
There’s other places in the vicinity that do stewed beef, but none with the consistency or tastiness or restrained degree of fattiness.
Across the road is another Viet place that does a large number of dishes, most of them good, many of the damn fine – but there, one or both of us, inevitably end up ordering the tomato fried rice with diced garlic, or one of the variations thereof.
Both those places are waiting in line to be covered in greater depth in considerthesauce.net …
Right now, though, I want to rave about another “single dish restaurant”.
Sunshine’s Pho Hien Saigon is a straight-up uncompromising pho joint.
Its lineup is precisely what you’d expect – spring rolls, rice paper rolls, a handful of rice dishes and pho, pho and more pho.
The only sign of the unorthodox is the regular Sunday special of the stuffed pancake. I’ve had it a few times, but always find that particular dish turns to a handful of mush no matter where I have it.
I’m quite sure I’ve had pho and rice dishes at Pho Hien Saigon, but all that’s little more than a fading memory.
For it’s been years and years since I’ve ordered anything but the vermicelli.
The vemicelli comes in six flavours – grilled pork, grilled chicken, sugar cane prawn, shredded pork, spring rolls and combination, all $9.50, 50 cents more for the prawns.
I always go for the grilled chicken more commonly served with rice.
Atop the big bowl placed on my table is a big white pillow of vermicelli on which sits many strands of sweetly pickled carrot, spring onion, the crunchiest of chopped peanuts and a delicious slab of grilled chicken thigh.
I tip the entire contents of the bowl of accompanying sauce (fish sauce, garlic, sugar, lemon, chilli and more carrot) on to my meal and commence to mix it up. And – lo! – underneath the vermicelli is more delicious crunchiness in the form of lettuce, bean sprouts, mint and other herbs.
Jumbled all together, this is manifestly a triumph – it’s difficult to think of anything that is more tasty, healthy and affordable all at the same time. Aside from pho!
Pho Hien Saigon vermicelli is bigger, brighter, bitier, more colourful and lip-smkackingly fine than I’ve found anywhere else. Even if on the day I visit to take photos the chicken could have done with a minute or two more on the grill in order to acquire more of a charry barbecue flavour.
And I like visiting Viet central in Sunshine. As yet it doesn’t have the same diversity as Footscray, but the grocery shopping is beaut and at Sunshine Plaza there always seems to be underground parking to be had. It’s in the shade and it’s free. Parking – that’s a big plus.
PLEASE NOTE: More recent review of revamped Kabayan can be found here.
We’ve spied Filipino groceries in Footscray, Braybrook and St Albans, but we’ve never been to the Philippines, and the only Filipino food we’ve seen ready to buy and eat has been that of two stalls in the food hall of the Market That Doesn’t Allow Cameras.
And that food, to cowardly us, has always looked more than a little daunting.
Happily, we had a brief conversation with Adrian of Food Rehab at the Food Bloggers’ Mad Hatter Spring Picnic regarding Filipino food, him telling us that the stuff can sometimes look ugly but taste terrific. He also suggested some dishes for newbies, but I wasn’t on the ball enough to take notes, and gave us the tip on this fascinating eatery out Deer Park way.
We’re happy to have made its acquaintance, and have had some tasty food there, but are still far from convinced we have any sort of handle on Filippino food.
On a weekend lunch, Bennie and I bypass the bain marie and opt for the simple grilled dishes – he ordering the chicken skewers with garlic fried rice ($10.50) and me the pork chop with ditto accompaniment ($9.50).
It’s already been a long day and we’re Very Hungry, so we top up with a couple of segments of Filippino sausage ($1.50 each) and an interesting looking slab of fried eggplant ($5).
Our main dishes are tasty but plain. Bennie’s chicken is beaut – and has a distinct Japanese teriyaki sweetness about it. My two pork chops are a little less tender, but no less toothsome. I suspect the charred rind and fat is meant to be treated as simply part of the meal deal, but I fastidiously set it aside. The rice is OK, but nothing particularly notable.
These two platters are very similar to the meat and rice dishes we find in Viet restaurants, or the Hainan chicken rice and nasi lemak of Malay places, with similar trimmings of cucumber and tomato slices but much less seasoning or spiciness.
Bennie gobbles up the smallish sausage segments, but I find them dull.
In some ways, the eggplant is the star of the day. What I presume is half a large eggplant sliced in half lengthways has been flattened and coated an extremely eggy batter. It all tastes good, and has that delectable smoky tang we associate with eggplant dips of Middle Eastern cuisines. It’s hefty for a side dish – something like a vegetarian steak, in fact – and seems to lend credence to the “ugly but good” theory.
As we amble away quite satisfied, Bennie opines: “That was like Asian food but not really!”
I know what he means.
We would have liked to have known more about the food we were ordering and eating (including the correct Filipino names), but the staff were busy and, perhaps, a little shy or taken aback by our interest. However, whatever our disappointment with our experience here, we are happy to confess it surely has at least as much to do with our ignorance of Filipino food as anything else.
Next time, we’ll revert to bain marie mode. On a previous visit, I’d had a ridiculously oily but otherwise awesome beef stew with spuds and carrot in a sweetish red gravy, and a minced pork concoction with peas and potato. Served with plain rice, the combo cost $9.
On the day of our grilled lunch visit, the bain marie hosts an interesting looking dish of beef tongue with a mushroom sauce, another of beef on the bone in a peanut sauce and a couple of fish dishes.
Bugger it – I hate getting beat by The Age, especially by just a day or so.
But that’s just the way it worked out.
The end of a rugged week of work and school, a Friday full of crap weather, the run home from Sunshine, after-school care and a white-knuckle drive to and from Geelong.
Approaching Ashley St, we pondered our options – home, Cartoon Network and A-League with Chinese delivered; home and then out again to eat (not really an option at given the weather); and then – inspiration! – why, heck, a slight detour and … we could check out the new Latino place we’d heard about.
And failing that, we could opt for the funky Chinese place in Mitchell St that had long been on our “to do” list.
Pulling up outside Los Latinos, we appraised once again the retail strip we had last checked out very early in the year.
The Chinese place was still there, looking just as enigmatic as ever.
So, too, was the Latin American bakery where we’d had empanadas and coffee.
As well, there a cool-looking antique/odds’n’sods shop that seemed well worth a look – on another day.
And right there in the middle was Los Latinos – even early in the evening open and inviting.
Nina Rousseau nailed it good – Los Latinos is, indeed, “a grand addition to the west”.
We left an hour later rete, replete and smiling after a meal of lip-smacking joy.
The menu is not long, but we opted for the dips and corn chips ($6), followed by a serve of pupusas ($10), not wanting to put to big a dent in our wallet.
And then we wrecked that plan by ordering a $3.50 bottle Jarritos guava fizz from Mexico. Oh well …
The corn chips were good and blessedly free of excess salt and ghastly chemicals. The dips – cheese, guacamole and what was described on the menu as “green tomatillo” but was actually, unmistakably red – looked a touch on the meager side. But they went the distance just fine, and all were tasty.
Despite some familiarity with South and Latin American food, we were unfamiliar with pupusas. They are, it was explained, a righteously popular and ubiquitous staple of El Salvador. The same flour as used in tortilla is made into a dough, then small balls. Into a hole in each ball is inserted the filling – in our case, a combo of cheese, beans and pork. The pupusas are then gently flattened and pan fried.
The results were mucho delicious, amply filling yet light as well. They were served with a tiny jug of salsa and curtido, which turned out to be a spicy, tangy, pickled salad of cabbage and more (I suspect).
At $10 for a serve of four, these constitute a superb and cheap meal for one. But as we were sharing, we were still a little light on.
So we ordered another entree – chorizo and salsa ($6). It was another winner, though we could have used about double the number of small, if very fine, tortillas that were provided to mop up the hot salsa.
One thing this dish did do for me, however, is confirm that my ingrained habit of merely grabbing any old chorizo from the supermarket has got to go. This one had quite distinctive and oh-so-tasty seasoning and flavour. Not all chorizos are created equal, it seems.
The menu also features fajitas ($18.50), tacos ($10.50), tamales ($10), porcion de pollo (fried chicken with onions, coriander and lemon juice, served with rice and tortilla; $12.50), as well as the completo (Latin Hot Dog; $6.50) and nachos ($10).
God bless Los Latinos – it’s helping make what was one a rather bleak backwater into yet another western suburbs foodie hot spot!
Yes, another gem in Union Rd – this one just as tasty, affordable and, in its own mesmerising way, just as exotic as Yemini Restaurant up the road a piece.
Like that joint, Safari Restaurant’s stock in trade is a roll call of meat, veg and carbs.
As such it seems an ideal place for those who find the very idea of tibs, doro wat, injera and other items bought to Melbourne’s inner west by the African diaspora a step too far or just too weird to even contemplate eating.
Describing Safari’s food as “meat and three veg”, though, does it a grave disservice – for this Somalian fare is much, much more delicious than that humble label implies.
Bennie and I have been regular visitors this year, but for my most recent lunch I was joined by my fellow DeadHead Kurt.
There was a little confusion while ordering, so we ended up both getting the $17 meal of lamb (hilib, on the bone, three pieces), rice (barris) and accompaniments.
This was overload for lunch, so it’s helpful to know that there’s a $15 version available, with the rice and meat coming on the same plate, and the same side dishes and vegetables provided.
But even at $17, our lunches fully qualified for a hearty western suburbs cheap eats thumbs up.
You see, at Safari meals come with what, in New Orleans and South Louisiana, is referred to as “lagniappe” – that is, “a little something special”.
In this case, that involves, first up, a long, cool drink – either freshly squeezed orange juice clinking with ice cubes, or a much sweeter and richer milk-based concoction that I personally find too cloying.
Second comes a bowl of soup.
Bowl of soup? That sounds miserable and woefully inaccurate to describe what is clearly the most delicious thing I’ve eaten this year thus far.
It’s a bowl of simple broth, yes – modestly seasoned with a little chili, coriander, lemon pepper and garlic. You may even find a few strands of meat, or the odd slice of carrot.
But at it’s heart this is simply, magnificently Essence Of Lamb As A Work Of Art.
Gosh, it’s good!
On to our main courses – and more magic.
The rice was plain, but brilliant – seasoned, again with restraint, with garlic and coriander, and cooked in vegetable stock. Worthy of gleeful inhalation.
My three pieces of lamb, one of which was a cutlet, were tender, tasty and wonderfully free of fat and/or gristle – not always the case with food such as this.
Completing the picture were some good salad greens and a goodly amount of a sensational pan-fried jumble of onion, carrot and capsicum, which was heaven with the rice and generous smears of the tangy chili sauce provided.
As a point of difference, Kurt split his carb order 50/50 between rice and spaghetti. The pasta was OK – but it was just pasta, and certainly not a patch on the divine rice.
After our wonderful lunch, we spent some time chatting to owner Mohamed Shide about his food, the restaurant, its multinational clientele and the story that brought him to Australia and, finally, his own eating shop in Ascot Vale.
It’s a long story that involves war, many years, separation from family and other trials and tribulations – the sort of moving odyssey that is so intrinsic to Australia.
So happy were we with our repast and our conversation with Mohamed that I gaily strolled away without paying. Happily, I also left my wallet on the counter, necessitating my return anyhow.
As I reclaimed my wallet and attempted to pay, Mohamed attempted to wave my money away – unsuccessfully.
Mohamed, my friend, that’s simply not what I’m about.
If by writing this I can can send a few more people through your door, that’ll be all the payment I could wish.
I was disappointed to see you have posted the email I sent you as spam on your blog.
It was in fact a message offering you a genuine opportunity to take part in a day long event where you can learn some trade secrets of food photographers – from a chef and pro photographer. This has obvious benefits for you as a food blogger and it has generated a lot of interest.
Feel free to contact me personally if you have any further issues, my details are below.
Hi Hamish! My name is Kenny. Just having some fun, mate. If it offends, I’ll remove it. No biggie. However, if you’d taken even a little time to look at my western suburbs cheap eats work, you’d have perhaps realised that the very concept of “food styling” is the very antithesis of what I’m about. I’m sure it has generated has generated a lot of interest, but – you’ll just have to believe me on this – what you are offering has absolutely no benefits to me as a food blogger. At all. LOL! Besides, my cheeky post has got back to you somehow, which presumably means people are reading it. Is that a bad thing for you?
Cheers, Kenny
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Hi Kenny,
Thank you for your quick reply. The day is all about improving the results of your photographic endeavours. You never know, you might just pick up a couple of tips that will dramatically improve the images you post on your blog. It might be the angle you shoot from, or the camera mode you select, but I guarantee there is something in it for you.
Your post ‘came back to me’ via one of my staff members who was following up with people I hadn’t heard back from. I’m happy for you to leave it there, and I hope you’ll reconsider what you might gain and how it could potentially (visually) improve your blog.
All the best,
Hamish (born and bred in Dunedin) Kirkpatrick
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Hamish, that’s the spirit!
My take on it may have been negative, but at least its out there you know!
And maybe I’m being too presumptious about the content of your workshop. Send me more info! What date is it?
Mind you, even at the blogger discount rate, I’m a non-starter when even paying the rent is an issue (got a great whacking rent rise in the mail today).
Dunedin, eh? What school, year etc etc?
I watched NZ/Oz schoolboys “test” on Foxtel the other day, and got a kick out of some of the scenery. And I still dream about central Otago and Wanaka. But me mum always reminds that I’ve been in Melbourne a looooong time now and continue to enjoy opportunities that would hardly ever eventuate in NZ, or Dunedin anyway. It would be a drag to pull up stix only to find out Melbourne really is my home – and where I belong. (having a son here keeps my mind from wandering too far as well!)
Cheers, Kenny
p.s. you mind if I put our correspondence up on my blog?
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Sorry to hear about the rent hike Kenny. The MasterClass is set for Saturday October 30th and is essentially aimed at anyone who wants to take better images of food. From cafe owners, to chefs, to foodie bloggers, to photographers, the class will have benefits for everyone. Not all of it will apply across the board, but everyone will learn something that will ensure they can get better end results. On a personal note – I was educated at OBHS and OU. I have family all through central Otago and spent the school holidays of my youth in Roxburgh, Alexandra, Cromwell, Wanaka, & Queenstown. I also spent three years living in Queenstown in the late 90’s. I’ve been in Australia since 2000 and don’t go back to NZ too much, usually work related or for a funeral – sad but true!
Feel free to post our discussion and I hope you can find the spare cash to attend!
Kind Regards
Hamish
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The teenage union match I spoke of was at OBHS. Man, when I was captain of the KHS hockey team we used to love beating you buggers – although we allus got creamed at rowing coz your lot had superior equipment. Ho ho!
Central Otago rocks – you know what I mean. My Australian friends have been going to NZ more frequently, but always the Bay Of Islands and so on. Tis a shame for them!
OK – thanks for the info. You never know, I may just front up on an impulse basis. Also, since the Bloggers Picnic I think more of my fellow Melbourne foodie bloggers are dropping into mine regularly, so they’ll know about it, too.
Of course, apart from my son maybe the main, biggest reason I can never leave Melbourne is the funky, cheap ethnic eats!
Kenny (in Melb since 1986)
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Ah the old inter-school rivalry. We ‘hated’ you Kings guys! I was more of a basketballer than a rugby head but still managed to make my way to the front row to perform the school haka during the 1st XV matches. And yes Central rocks, I am really enjoying the vino that’s coming out of Otago now too. On the drive from Dunedin to Queenstown you certainly notice that there are a lot less sheep, a lot less stone fruit, and a whole lot more grapes. Tell your friends to get to the South Island, the scenery is better, the air is better, and there’s only about 50 people left so they can have the place pretty much to themselves!
Oh my! The best, juiciest roast lamb I’ve eaten, divine curry puffs, amazing marinated fish salad, groovy Viet chicken coleslaw, buttery choc chip cookies – and a whole bunch of very cool people with a particularly noteworthy singlemindedness about right and proper topics for conversation. Many thanks to the organisers and for all the time they put in!
We are relatively well serviced in the heart of Yarraville, but gosh I’d love to have an establishment like this right in our back yard.
Like Fresh On Young in Moonee Ponds is a supercharged green grocer and much more of a one-stop shop than your normal fruit and veg joint.
Unlike Fresh On Young, they don’t do meat, but have many other bases covered.
There’s a heap of dry goods – nuts and fruit and pulses and so on.
The pasta section alone looks like it could well challenge the famous aisle of pasta at Mediterranean Wholesalers in Sydney Rd.
The range of fruit and vegetables is fine, the herb section looking specially spiffy.
I bought fat, juicy white raisins and roasted almonds for our porridge/muesli, several packs of Opera Prima pasta for $1.30 each and makings for a big pot of pasta sauce.
The Circle rocks with Lebanese personality.
I also nabbed some fantastic Lebanese pies from the bakery a few doors up – spinach, spinach and cheese, and a particularly toothsome chicken and tomato.
In the other direction, the Lebanese butcher had a variety of snags, with the dark red Lebanese numbers certain to be the target of future exploration.
Far as I could see, though, there’s only one ATM – and it’s a $2.50 job!
On the way in from Blackshaws Rd, I passed Victoria Sweets and wondered, not for the first time, when the place’ll be open when I pass.
Thanks to Ms Baklover at Footscray Food Blog for reminding me about this very cool precinct!
Knowing a birthday feast at Ebi beckons in the early evening, the familiar Middle Eastern/African meat ‘n’ rice options on Union Rd seem inadvisable.
I spy some scrumptious looking pizza slices in the window of Crumbs – they are calling to me!
The wholemeal base wages war with my knife and fork, but teeths and hands make easy work of it. The caramelised onion, mushhie and olive topping is sensational – sweet and salty and just right. My pizza is even more delicious than it looks.
And at $4, it’s a contender for the Cheap Lunch Hall Of Fame.
Crumbs is a beaut little bakery, done out in comfy style with formica tables and even lace table cloths. They’re not big on hearty or lunches – other than the ever revolving range of pizzas.
But they do a pretty good range of breads.
We like the sourdough and – especially – the fruit loaf.
Unlike some fruit loaves we know, this one is bread with some fruit in it – rather than the other way ’round.
But we like it.
Besides, it pays to have something on hand for breakfast when Bennie gets rolling eyes tired of porridge!
The range of sweeties is grand, ranging from a variety of cookies to brownies and so on. Mind you, a couple of the slices, packed with seeds and nuts, look more like health food than food … if you follow me.
A fine coffee, a peanut butter and chocolate cookie, fruit loaf to go and I’m out the door for $15.50.
Food styling? The trouble, I find, with glossy magazines is that they’re kinda tough!
Blimey – some of the places we eat, “food styling” could be interpreted as the absence of cockroaches!
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Shop 26/1 Princess St, St Albans. Phone: 9310 7444
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Welcome to a taste of Bosnia in St Albans.
I reckon there’s a tendency for those of us who live close to the CBD to consider the term “western suburbs” as referring to – mainly – Footscray, Yarraville, Altona and a few others.
But those, of course, are just the start of Melbourne’s growing west – there’s a whole world out there!
Happily, Bennie’s place on the playing roster of the mighty West Footscray Roosters necessitated, in the winter thankfully now winding up, many trips into far-flung burbs we would never ordinarily visit. What an adventure!
It was one such Sunday outing that I noted Cevabdzinica down for future exploration.
It’s been open since February and is a dazzlingly bright, fluorescently lit place; it’s red and white style is something like classic American diner filtered through an Eastern European sensibility.
It serves snacky food, and not the heartier cabbage rolls, soups and stews that I had been mentally preparing myself for.
Undeterred, I asked for the hamburger combo; when told that was now unavailable, I settled for the grilled chicken with salad and bread ($12).
It was right tasty, too. The thigh meat was sparingly seasoned, juicy and tasty. It was topped with some grilled red capsicum while some salad bits and pieces sat alongside. The longish bread roll on which the meat was served was good, though a bit on the oily side.
We eat so much food that is heavily spiced that it was a pleasure to enjoy something so plain.
Nevertheless, there was little about my meal that spoke of any distinctive Bosnian flavour or characteristics. For that reason alone, I will likely return to sample the “chevaps” which are served five for $8, seven for $10 or 10 for $13 – and presumably with the same trimmings adorning them.
Bureks in meat, cheese and cheese-and-spinach flavours are available for what seems like a steep $6.
A post-lunch amble confirmed that is a neighbourhood that will be the target and many repeat visits.
For example, just around the corners is a place called Saraj, the signage of which announces the availability of “Balkan food”. This being a Monday, the kitchen was closed, so I didn’t even to get check out the menu – but I did note that a $10 gulas was listed on the specials board. The gents relaxing outside cast suspicious glances in my direction as I came and went. My tie-dyed Grateul Dead T-shirt might have had something to do with that.
For example, Alfrieda St, a wide thoroughfare packed with so many Vietnamese/Chinese eateries, butchers, fish places, groceries and so on that I’m a little surprised that it isn’t more regularly spoken of in the same breath as Footscray, Richmond and Springvale.
For example, Cafe U&I, a splendidly named mixed bag that is part Asian tucker, part ’70s coffee bar and part pasticceria – and where I had a perfect coffee.
For example, a Chinese seafood/yum cha establishment boasting the great title of Just Good Food. Can’t argue with that!
For example. dozens more groceries worth a look – not just Vietnamese, but also Indian, Filippino and even Pacific Island.
4/203 Ballarat Rd (cnr Gordon St), Footscray. Phone: 9317 3811
It was something of a surprise to discover this establishment had been open since 2003, given the hundreds of time we must have driven past it none the wiser.
Doing a blog, it seems, is somewhat akin to getting a new pair of spectacles – you see things differently, better, in more detail.
Anyway, my food-attuned senses went on high alert with the emphasis on “southern” – I had visions dancing in my head of chowing down on exotic specialties from the likes of Madras and Kerala.
Alas, the reality was more prosaic – “southern”, in this case means mostly the familiar lineup of dosa, upma, wada (vada) and idly.
But let us not become too ho-hum.
After all, it was only a few years ago that dosas and the like were a no-show on the western suburbs cheap eats radar. That we have become somewhat spoilt for choice is a cause for celebration rather complacency.
Despite its given address, Southern Spice actually sits on Gordon St, in a strip of shops buffeted by buses and cars. It’s a crisp and clean, with the obligatory Bollywood dance routines bursting forth from a telly up in one corner. The staff and service are friendly.
In order to get across as much of their food as quickly as possible, I fronted for the South Indian buffet ($12) that is featured every Saturday and Sunday for lunch.
It was a thing of advanced yumminess.
Laid out buffet style are dal, cauliflower curry, potato curry, sambar, upma, vada, idly and two kinds of rice. On an adjacent tables sits a big bowl of peanut chutney studded with evil-looking dark red dried chillies.
Dosas and – much to my giddy joy – puris are cooked to order. Oh, bliss!
I managed to resist the buffet tradition of letting my eyes get ahead of my appetite, modestly loading up a stainless steel plate as I waited for my four puris.
Peanut chutney.
It was all bloody delicious. The potato and cauliflower curries looked very similar, but tasted quite different, with the cauliflower having an extra tang. The dal was beaut, too, while the peanut chutney belied its fiery appearance by being a smooth, mildy-spiced, coconutty concoction – sort of like a runny South Indian peanut butter. The upma, white and cakey and studded with curry leaves and mustard seeds, was a little bland, but fine dipped in the sambar.
The made-for-me puris were superb – and about a grease-free as puris can be.
Southern Spice also has a feature called Biryani Fridays, for $13 and from 6pm, with a lineup that includes chicken, mutton and egg biryanis, chcken fry, raita and so on.
The day before I roadtested the wonderful South Indian buffet, I had a simple thali of goat madras (on the bone), “bhendi” fry (a very dry jumble of peanuts, crispy onion and chewy okra), raita, rice and a single papadam. It was OK, but the spice levels were in Johnny Cash territory – not my thing these days.
A can of that Coca Cola stuff costs a very excellent $1.
Southern Spice is nestled amid a rather drab cluster of shops and eats places, only about half of which are currently operating as businesses of varying kinds. But the area is changing – there’s a Korean BBQ joint across the road that looks just about ready to roll, while a few doors up what was once a fish and chip shop is being gutted. Stay tuned...
Southern Spice is also something of a rarity – a western suburbs cheap eat that has its very own website, a simple but detailed job that can be found here.
We are fans of the new school of ritzy burger joints, with the Grill’d chain being a favourite.
Of course, if you really want to lash out you can go to a flash restaurant and pay way more than $20 for a burger, but those sorts of extremes seem absurd. And what use is a burger around which you can’t get you hands?
We find the Grill’d burgers and chips real tasty and well worth the price.
Sometimes, though, it’s just right to go down the path of your more orthodox Aussie burger – the kind of thing served up by your local fish and chip/burger establishment.
It’s amazing how different the taste and flavour is from the more American-style offerings of Grill’d and its ilk. It’s almost like a whole different kind of food. Still good, sometimes great, but different.
One of our locals did the job for us.
It’s a bright and clean no-nonsense takeaway shop, with seating available on stools that front the window.
Our order of burgers (cheese and bacon cooked; onion and tomato uncooked), chips and the obligatory can of that Coca Cola stuff cost $17. Doesn’t seem that cheap does it? But the same deal at Grill’d would cost at least $10 more.
The chips were ungreasy and good, but not great. The burgers were a fine example of their kind – not particularly filling, but just perfect for a pre-Grand Final lunch.
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