288 Smith Street
Collingwood VIC 3066
+61 3 8415 0700
My dear friend Hasan is the fussiest eater I know. And I don’t mean fussy in the ‘I only eat organic shit, thanks’ way but more so the ‘I like what I like so if something looks weird, I won’t eat it.’ That means nothing Asian, nothing with eggs in it and nothing that contains a lot of vegetables. (yeah, I know – if he was straight and on Tinder, I’d be swiping left)
Whenever we eat out, we usually stick to pub grub, pizza or burgers. Once, he convinced me to have Red Rooster with him and because I had not been in a year, I agreed (of course, five minutes after I finished my Rippa Roll, I felt the need to throw up). The next time we decided to go out, I made sure I chose the venue. There was going to be no fast food for us this time!
Thankfully, Hasan was open to having a late lunch at Rockwell and Sons. He was always down for some burgers and was even happy to tram out to Smith Street with me, though I suspect his willingness to perform the latter was because it meant that he could spend hours at one of Smith Street’s music stores and spend money on Janet Jackon vinyls.
It was just after 2PM on a Saturday night when we showed up. It was busy but luckily we were able to nab one of the last few available tables with a good view of the bar – and the bartender dude who reminded me of Adam from Girls.
Strawberry and star anise drink ($5)
Being an American dude food place, Rockwell and Sons offer glasses of ‘old-fashioned’ lemonade, which is what I would have normally ordered but I decided to try the more unusual strawberry and star anise drink. I’m not a fan of strawberry-flavoured drinks (and especially not strawberry milk) but I didn’t mind this one – it was almost like drinking a strawberry cordial but with more substance thanks to the addition of star anise and a bit of lemon.
Burgers and fries – like Maccas, but better.
Double patty smash burger ($11)
Speaking of Maccas, Rockwell and Son’s signature double patty smash burger (which we both ordered) is a nod to the Big Mac. Like the Big Mac, it came with a seeded bun, Kraft (yes, Kraft) cheese and ‘special sauce.’ The only things missing were the pickles and lettuce – and that sick feeling you get after eating a Big Mac. The bun was seed, but not so sweet that it would be considered a dessert. The meat was juicy and tender, while the special sauce actually had depth in it. And for the Kraft cheese, hah, well.
We both loved our burger so it was fitting that it had the word ‘smash’ in its name; if it was a person, I’d be smashing it. Hasan even went as far to say that it was better than a burger from Huxtaburger, his favourite burger place until this point.
French fries with malt vinegar mayo ($6)
We shared a serving of fries. They were double-cooked so they came to us beautifully crunchy and dusted with a healthy dosage of
crack chicken salt. The malt vinegar mayo was also lovely – I like vinegar but not all over my chips so this was a nice subtle way to a bit of tang to each bite.
There was only one dessert on the menu, chocolate and pretzel twist soft serve. I don’t go crazy over chocolate desserts but when I see chocolate mixed with something savoury, I’m all over it. Unfortunately, we were too full to order dessert so we promised we’d come back next time.
With happy bellies, we left Rockwell and Sons vowing to return for their fried chicken (which I’ve heard is meant to be fabulous). And off Hasan went to yet another record store with something like eight new vinyls.
20/2 Maddock Street
Windsor VIC 3181
+61 3 9939 9313
I like cafés with quirky names and Two Lost Boys happens to be one of them. It’s charming, it’s whimsical and aptly sums up half the men I know at any given time (the ‘lost boys’ bit, obviously – I do know more than just two who happen to be ‘lost’).
I had brunch here with fellow blogger Catherine one weekend. We met for the first time at a Vue de Monde event and made promises to catch up properly for a meal. Mind you, it took us forever to organise something being the busy bees we are but we finally got there.
The Windsor/Prahran corridor is busy on any given day and night, so it’s refreshing to pop into a café that’s actually pretty chilled. In fact, I could be fooled into thinking I was in inner Brisbane or something like that. The room was sunny, the people were chilled – there was even a Gold Coast-like bronze Adonis wearing shorts and thongs despite the chilly Melbourne morning.
The coffee at Two Lost Boys is by local roasters Monk Bodhi Dharma. I love my milk coffees and Two Lost Boys do an excellent silky smooth latte – actually is there any place in Melbourne that DOESN’T do a good latte? (wait, don’t answer that)
Two Lost Boys’ menu focuses on organic locally farmed produce and because I’m a bit of a wanker about buying organic food and reducing food miles and all that, I was like, ‘Yeah, bring it on!’
Sweet potato and beetroot fritters with salmon and poached eggs ($16)
Catherine had the sweet potato and beetroot fritters, something I wouldn’t have minded ordering myself but for the fact that I’m not a sweet potato person. That, plus the beetroot would have made the fritters super sweet and Libby very cranky (being a savoury fiend and all). Surprisingly though, the fritters were not as sweet as I thought and I loved how the horseradish and walnut cream gave a bit of creamy earthiness to the dish. If only that piece of house-cured salmon was a bit bigger…
Lemon and ricotta pancakes with mascarpone and slivered almonds ($14)
For someone who isn’t into sweet breakfasts, it’s therefore strange that I ordered the lemon and ricotta pancakes topped with mascarpone and drizzled unceremoniously with sticky sweet molasses. But alas! For $4, I ordered a side of bacon so everything was right in the world again.
The pancakes were light and fluffy and paired well with the mascarpone. In saying that though, I found the dish a bit heavy – I couldn’t decide if it was all the heavy carbs going into my stomach or the molasses. Either way, I struggled to finish it.
Two Lost Boys is a great place to have brunch in a less hectic part of 3181. The coffee is good, the staff are friendly and the food is interesting enough for me to make the trek from the eastern suburbs. Just make sure you go easy on the pancakes.
85 High Street
Northcote VIC 3070
+61 3 9481 7623
I like the name Barry. It’s not too generic and it’s not the sort of name a creep Uncle would have (that would be Bob). It’s cute and it’s endearing. That said, I’d probably never date a guy called Barry – do you know anyone under 50 called Barry? I didn’t think so.
But I’d definitely go to a café called Barry.
The DDR crew (as in, Daisy, Dave and Ricky – and myself) decided to have brunch at Barry one afternoon. I had just hopped off a plane (probably from the Gold Coast or somewhere ridiculous) and was starving – and in dire need of caffeine. I couldn’t wait to get inside Barry.
If you’re an Eastsider who relies on public transport like me, then Barry would be a bit of a pain in the arse to get to. The location itself is fine – it’s situated on High Street and it’s not too far from the train station – but having to take a bus and a train can be a hassle for some. It is, however, all worth it when you step into Barry’s warm and sunny space and catch a whiff of their house blend (by 5 Senses) brewing.
I love my milk coffees so I had a latte. The house blend is 50% Brazilian, 30% Costa Rican, 20% Ethiopian, thus making the brew big on the floral aromas with huge waves of chocolate mixed through. Although my latte wasn’t bad, this was a coffee that’s better off drunk as a black.
Bubble and squeak, fried egg, red cabbage and relish ($15)
Daisy had one of their specials, their bubble and squeak with a side of bacon. I didn’t have any but she reckons it was just okay and nowhere near as good as the ones they dish out at Red Cup Café in Box Hill.
Eggs benedict with potato rosti, braised free range ham hock, apple cider hollandaise, apples ($19)
Both Dave and Ricky had the eggs benny. I don’t go out of my way to order ‘standard brunch’ offerings but even I had to admit that Barry’s version looked impressive. Each element was given a little something else – hollandaise infused with apple cider and ham hock being braised so that it was gorgeously tender – to make the whole thing really pop.
Cucumber and gin-cured ocean trout, freekah, roasted cauliflower, pomegranate, coriander, shredded kale, soft boiled egg ($17.50)
After a weekend being a glutton on the Gold Coast, I decided to have something healthy. Luckily, Barry’s menu is full of wonderful healthy options though I do think their Californian superfood salad sounds kinda wanky. (tri-coloured quinoa, shredded kale, wild organic rice, charred corn, salted ricotta, black turtle beans, heirloom tomatoes, jalapeños, goji and spicy lime vinaigrette – OH, C’MON! YOU BETTER BE TAKING THE PISS!)
My dish still had bits of wank in it (not like that, you sicko) but hello, like I could ever go past gin-cured (or anything-cured) ocean trout! It was a light yet filling salad with lots of beautiful textures and flavours. I especially loved those random bursts of sweetness from the pomegranate seeds.
Banana and coconut cake
And of course, dining with Daisy always means not skipping dessert so we had a bit of her banana and coconut cake to share. I don’t order banana breads/cakes because it’s something that I can easily make at home but I did like this one – it wasn’t too sweet and the cream cheese frosting and toasted coconut pieces made it a bit more exciting to eat.
We all thought our brunch at Barry’s was great. Despite the busy mid-week brunch rush (damn, do these people work? Oh wait, why were we there…), the service was quick and efficient and the food was just as sunny and pleasant (except for Daisy’s bubble and squeak perhaps) as the café itself. Although I very rarely go to Northcote, Barry is a café that I can definitely see myself coming back to if I’m in the area. Or if I have a car*.
*I will have a car soon!
346 Bridge Road
Richmond VIC 3121
+61 3 9421 5959
I have a friend who lives just around the corner from the bustling Bridge Road precinct. I envy Nick and his fiancée Bibi – all they need to do is wake up, make themselves look semi-presentable and walk a few metres down the road before being presented by several dozen cafés, drinking holes and restaurants including a Hungarian restaurant, a Nepalese restaurant and a couple of dumpling restaurants.
Nick and Bibi may be spoilt for choice but there is one café that they return to quite a bit and that is Café Azul. The word ‘azul’ means ‘blue’ in Spanish and given that Nick had just arrived back from Cuba with a horrendous three-month old beard (after proposing to Bibi!), it seemed somewhat appropriate that he would choose this spot for our hangover brunch session. Actually, I should cross out that ‘our’ – I was the one who had a few drinks before seeing Grease! the previous night. Nick was totally fine.
Watermelon, pineapple, orange and cucumber juice ($6.50)
I must have been on a coffee ban that week for I ordered a mixed juice instead of my usual latte. I dare say that the refreshing combination and pineapple mixed with cucumber juice was more efficient in waking me up that morning than a cup of coffee!
California Breakfast: four cheese toast, smoked bacon, fried eggs, avocado, spicy ranch sauce and Cajun aioli ($18)
Nick ordered something that sounded so horrendous, the California Breakfast. From what I know about Californian food (through following the Dawn books in the Babysitters Club series and watching The Simple Life), I was expecting to see a completely healthy dish. However, my brain quickly recovered (‘Nick? Eat healthy? SINCE WHEN?’) as soon as I saw the massive plate of bacon, fried eggs, cheesy toast accompanied by some spicy ranch sauce and Cajun aioli. In fact, the only healthy thing on the plate was the avocado.
To be honest, it actually didn’t taste that bad. In fact, I can see why Nick orders this dish all the time. The flavours went well together and if it’s filling enough for 6’3-tall Nick not to bother with lunch or dinner, then it represents excellent value.
Smoked trout omelette with dill and caper aioli, sweet peas, greens, cherry tomatoes, shaved parmesan and sourdough croutons ($19)
I went for one of their specials, the smoked trout omelette. My dish was heavier than it sounded on paper, but definitely not as rich as Nick’s. That said, I didn’t have the urge to eat dinner afterwards so this was another value-for-money-er. I especially loved the added crunch that the croutons gave to the dish.
Café Azul is a decent enough café for those who don’t live far from Bridge Road. While I couldn’t see many Spanish influences (I guess there is that California connection but still), I guess it doesn’t really matter. Café Azul offers the usual smashed avocado and poached eggs dishes that 99% of Melbourne’s brunch places have plus a few interesting dishes (as above) to keep things interesting. Unfortunately, I never got to try their coffee so I can’t say if it’s worth coming to for a cuppa. Given the steady stream of patrons coming in and out for takeaway coffees though, I dare say that they also do an okay brew.
154 Little Bourke Street
Melbourne VIC 3000
+61 3 9639 2633
It’s not often that my (old) workmates and I would catch up on weekends. Sure, we’d do trivia every other Wednesday night and sure, Friday nights are normally guaranteed post-work piss-up nights. But when it comes to organising Saturday afternoon catch-ups, the same group of people are less likely to want to come out. I don’t blame them – I think being around me five days a week is already enough. So when Amy and I decided to organise a weekday yum cha lunch, we were kinda surprised to see that almost everyone in the crew wanted to come.
I guess people do like me enough to want to spend the sixth day of the week with me. Except for Sean, that is. He decided not to come to yum cha, citing reasons ranging from being poor to having footy training to his wife not letting him leave the house – it could also be because he didn’t want to spend extra time with me but whatever.
So the six of us rocked up to Crystal Jade one Saturday afternoon. Pete and I just had coffee at the Rose Street Markets an hour or so beforehand so we were wide awake. The others were decidedly less awake but we nevertheless keen to get their yum cha on.
We ordered pretty much everything we could get our hands on. I didn’t take photos of every single thing we ate though, sorry.
Generally, the food at Crystal Jade is more than decent. Don’t be mistaken by the restaurant’s name though – it’s not the same Crystal Jade franchise that make those fantastic xiaolongbao in Singapore.
I only ever order the fried calamari when I’m having yum cha with my parents. For some reason, my non-family dining companions never seem to want it. Fine with me, I guess – it’s not my favourite thing on the yum cha menu. Amy, however, insisted that we order a plate and I’m glad I listened to her. These tentacles were crispy without being too oily (a problem at a lot of yum cha restaurants) and were equal parts pleasantly spicy and salty.
Rarely am I able to convince most people to eat tripe with me so, again, when Amy agreed to share a serving with me, I was thrilled. Crystal Jade did a more than decent version too so win-win.
I should also point out here that we also ordered chicken feet. Now chicken feet is a dish that I’m not particularly fond of – I love the sauce but not so much the texture. So when I see it on the lazy susan, I send it over the other way. Amy and her husband Brandon ate the chicken feet while I looked on. Meanwhile, our mate Pete decided to give the chicken feet a go. He was doing a good job nibbling on the joints and skin and all that before I realised that his bowl was completely empty. ‘Um, where are the bones?’ I asked him. He looked puzzled, ‘I ate them? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?’
Um NO, Pete. But you’re cute for trying.
I love a good zhaliang, especially ones where there’s a perfect balance between greens and Chinese donut. And of course, the Chinese donut has to be crispy. Thankfully, this one ticked all boxes.
For some reason, the steamed dim sum dishes were the last to arrive. In fact, I remember waiting quite some time for them to show up. When they did though, we attacked them hungrily. They were excellent dumplings except for maybe the xiaolongbao but then again, only sillyheads would order XLBs at a yum cha restaurant i.e. me.
Crystal Jade offers a reliable yum cha dining option for those stuck in the CBD on weekends. Understandably, there may be a long wait for some dishes (and to even get a table, period) so it’s up to you whether you’re willing to compromise a bit of time for some pretty damn good har gow. Of all the yum cha places in the city, however, this is the one I’m most likely to return to and recommend to others based on taste and price alone. ($25ish per head and we were stuffed)
2 Queensland Avenue
Broadbeach QLD 4218
+61 7 5538 3877
A few weeks ago, my boss shouted the office to a Bastille Day dinner at Champagne CRB in Broadbeach. Wait, WHAT? Broadbeach? Isn’t that on the Gold Coast? What’s going on, Libby?!
Don’t worry, all will be revealed in due course.
For the time being, let’s focus on this dinner. So yes, Bastille Day. Lots of fireworks. Lots of French food. Lots of drinking. Yep, we certainly got all that. Well, maybe not the fireworks – but then again, we can’t always have everything we want in life.
So anyway, my boss who is Belgian but thinks he’s French likes to do nice things for us. In this case, he decided to treat the office to a nice six-course degustation with matching wines on Bastille Day. Not that we really needed an excuse to party. We were going to the restaurant that was formerly called Champagne Brasserie but has now rebranded itself as Champagne CRB (CRB meaning ‘café, restaurant and bar’) to shake off its rather dated image but also extend its services to include breakfast and Parisian café lunches in addition to their normal dinner service.
Champagne CRB is located underneath the Hi Ho Beach Apartment complex, just a short walk away from the beach. Indeed, it’s a random place to house what could possibly be the ‘Coast most authentic French restaurant.
Our degustation began with some freshly baked warm bread and a glass of Charles de Cazanove rosé.
Truffled egg and ‘testou’
‘What the hell is a testou?’ we all murmured when we read the menu. I had no idea and a Google search proved fruitless. Hence, it was kind of funny when we were later told that it was a thing that Chef Olivier Burgos made up. The hollowed out egg was filled with a warm truffled egg emulsion and topped with a piece of crouton.
The testou was well received across the table. I loved the presentation and the fact that something so silky and so delicate can hold so much flavour. (err Libby, you idiot, it’s the TRUFFLES)
Seared scallops on rocket veloute with cocoa dressing and orange tuile
I wasn’t sure about this dish. On one hand, the scallops were beautifully cooked and oh-so-succulent. On the other hand, I thought the blobs of cocoa dressing were out of place and the orange tuile, which was a bit too sweet, just made the whole thing taste like an orange jaffa party. Bleh. If they served the scallops with just the rocket veloute, then it would have actually been a perfect dish.
Comte cheese, Jerusalem artichoke and truffle soufflé
The third course was rich and decadent – and enough to render half the table full. A cheese soufflé was always going to be a filling course but to also jack it up with a Jerusalem artichoke filling AND truffle shreds on top? Man, they were asking for trouble.
The whole package tasted pretty damn good (I’m a sucker for cheese), but the soufflé’s texture was a bit off. It was too dense – almost like a pudding – and having those rich ingredients and flavours certainly didn’t help. The matching wine for this course was a Gerard Bertrand 2010 Chardonnay. Now, I’m not a Chardonnay drinker but if I’m going to drink Chardonnay, it may as well be a French one and the Gerard Bertrand managed to cut through all the richness beautifully. I’d like to think of it as akin to when a dud Tinder guy matches with a hot Tinder girl and magic happens on their first date.
Chicken boudin blanc with mushrooms and green lentils
I found our fourth course a bit ‘meh.’ A boudin blanc is a white sausage (no snigger, please) that’s normally stuffed with pork and rice but in this case, Burgos used chicken mousse instead. This dish received mixed reactions from the table: some loved it, while others hated it. I just found the filling a bit bland and the mushrooms a bit sweet while the green lentils were slightly out of place.
Prime Black Angus tournedos served with truffle sauce and potato galette
I did love our final savoury course, though. Steak (yes!) cooked in bacon fat (yes!) served with crispy potatoes (omg yes!). I couldn’t really taste the truffles in the so-called truffle sauce but I didn’t care – the steak was absolutely beautiful and full of flavour and imo, you just can’t go wrong with crispy potato slices.
At this point in the evening, a group of mid-high school girls walked into the dining room in leotards. Music came on and the girls then started to do the can-can and a whole bunch of other dances! I did take photos but I feel like a creep putting photos of young under-aged girls on my blog so I’m not going to. It was a random interlude to what had been a joyous dinner – in fact, it was kind of awkward watching middle-aged men ogling these girls!
French nougat served frozen with red fruit coulis and vanilla Chantilly cream
I was too full to fully appreciate our dessert, a frozen nougat topped with a dove-shaped meringue (though someone on the table thought it was a ghost) surrounded by lots of raspberry coulis. If I had still been hungry, I probably would have had more than the three spoonfuls I did manage to consume. The nougat was lovely but combined with all that sauce, I did find the whole thing overpowering – but that’s just me.
Our Bastille Day dinner was a bit of a hit and miss, however we all had a fun night pretending to be French. Hell, I even wore the French colours: a blue dress and red nail polish. While it’s not the best French I’ve ever had, it definitely makes the top 5 on the Gold Coast. The breakfast and lunch offerings are very different to what they offer during dinner so I will definitely revisit Champagne CRB during the daytime for a croissant or two.
466 Swanston Street
Carlton VIC 3053
+61 3 9347 2656
My friend Pete used to talk up this Japanese/Korean restaurant on the Carlton end of Swanston Street back when he was still living in Melbourne. Big Mama, it’s called. I never got the chance to visit on my own but Pete and I just happened to be in the city one early Saturday evening. He had time to kill before he was due to meet his twin sister so he suggested dinner – at Big Mama.
Now, I’d normally show some resistance to being taken to a place called Big Mama if a guy asked me to dine there with him. However, I was also hungry and not really in the mood to go home and cook something from scratch. So we went.
Banchan. It’s always good to have banchan.
Takoyaki (six pieces for $7)
We started off with some takoyaki. They were okay, but could have done with a bit more sauce.
Korean BBQ beef ($15)
We then shared two main dishes. First up, the Korean BBQ beef which was, let’s face it, bulgogi but stir-fried rather than grilled. Taste-wise, it did the job – the beef was tender and the marinade was sweet without being too overpowering. At $15, it’s not the cheapest serving of sweet marinated beef in the Melbourne CBD region but the portion size was generous. I think I would have preferred to pay less for a smaller portion though because we struggle to finish the whole thing. (this was in addition to the second main we had, mind you)
Chilli chicken karaage ($14.80)
The chilli chicken karaage was amazing. The chicken pieces were marinated in a lovely soy and garlic sauce before being deep-fried then coated in a special sweet chilli karaage sauce and sprinkled with roasted sesame seeds. Although the chicken wasn’t overly spicy, there was still a lovely balance of sweet, salty and nutty that kept me happy.
I can see why Pete loved the place – the food is pretty consistent and the high turnover of patrons kept the atmosphere buzzing. The service was also friendly and efficient despite the busy Saturday evening dinner rush. I did say that the portion sizes were a little big (and the prices accordingly slightly higher than normal) – that wouldn’t be a problem for big eaters or those dining in a large group. For the two of us, however, it was a big of a struggle and we ended up wasting a bit of food.
238 Little Bourke Street
Melbourne VIC 3000
+61 3 9650 6663
I’m a huge fan of Sydney’s Menya Mappen and for a while, I was bummed that Melbourne didn’t have anything like it. Sure, we have our cheap Japanese restaurants – but they were either mediocre at best, too far away or on the expensive end of the cheap spectrum.
So when Rice Workshop opened up last year, I was excited. It did take me a while to visit, however the opportunity to visit presented itself one Friday night after a boozy session with my workmates. Pete and I were looking for a place to soak up all the alcohol and Rice Workshop just happened to be on our way to our respective bus stops/train stations – so we stopped there.
For those unfamiliar with the Rice Workshop concept, it’s pretty simple. You select a meal from the counter display; they specialise in, well, rice bowls (think chicken on rice, beef on rice etc, all cooked in various forms) but they also have curries, udon and salads available.
You can then choose from a variety of add-ons from the counter – we’re talking croquettes, okonomiyaki (Japanese savoury pancakes), spring rolls and so on. You then have the option to add whatever sauces you want onto your fried goodies and if you’re like me, you’ll go crazy with the Japanese mayo. You then pay for your rice bowl/curry/udon/salad and whatever add-ons you took and grab a seat – that is, if you can find one in the diminutive dining area.
Pete and I decided to grab a few fried things to share. First up, the okonomiyaki. At $2.80, it’s pretty good value. More often than not, I just want a few bites of savoury pancake before I start to get sick of it so it’s good that Rice Workshop’s okonomiyaki is small. The problem with this, however, is that their okonomiyaki tastes so good that you actually WANT to order two or three of them.
Takoyaki (4 pieces for $2.80)
We also grabbed a takoyaki skewer containing four balls (snigger). Unfortunately, the balls were soggy by the time they were in my mouth (oh gawd, stop it!) but they were tasty and actually contained a decent amount of octopus.
Ontama beef ($7.70)
Pete and I both had an ontama beef bowl. What I liked about Rice Workshop is that with some of the dishes, you can use what size you want. $7.70 got us a regular-sized ontama beef bowl, though those with larger appetites can get a larger bowl for $9.20. I’d suggest you stick to the regular-sized bowl though – they’re quite filling.
So what’s an ontama beef bowl? Basically, it’s Rice Workshop’s signature dish. You have a bowl of rice topped with beef cooked in soy sauce, sautéed onions and a soft-boiled egg. It’s tasty, it’s cheap and it doesn’t make you bloat like a mofo.
While I prefer Menya Mappen’s udon dishes and their add-ons, Rice Workshop fills the Melbourne void for good and cheap Japanese food. Now I’m hankering for some of them little okonoimiyaki bites…
163 Chapel Street
Windsor VIC 3181
+61 3 9533 2055
Disclaimer: Libby dined as a guess of Morris Jones and Zilla & Brook.
I have a confession to make: I am not a brunch person.
I’m probably going to lose a lot of friends/fans/stalkers in saying this – but I just don’t get the whole brunch thing. Sure, I like socialising with mates over food on lazy weekends and sure, I appreciate a good poached egg. But I just can’t justify waiting more than an hour just for a bloody seat at one of Melbourne’s so-called ‘brunch hot spots’ and paying up to $20 for eggs, bacon, toast and smashed avocado when I can whip up something just as good at home.
That said, I do like breakfast/brunch places that break the mould a bit. If they can serve non-eggs/bacon/toast/smashed avocado-type dishes, then I’m sold like an overpriced three-bedroom house in Melbourne’s eastern suburbs on auction day.
And one such place (as in, a place that breaks said mould) is Windsor’s Morris Jones.
Now, I don’t really go down the boho end of Chapel Street that often. In fact, it’s been a while since I’ve been down to Chapel Street, period. So when Zilla & Brook invited me to the breakfast menu launch at Morris Jones, I was a bit ‘meh’ about it. However, curiosity got the better of me when I saw the admittedly not-too-shabby breakfast menu and read about Chef Matthew Butcher’s background (he trained at Vue de Monde AND worked with Gordon Ramsay at Maze).
Morris Jones sits in a restored 1887s warehouse that’s been done up. Although locals know Morris Jones as a night time venue, it’s also trying to bring the breakfast crowd in.
Coffee here is by Allpress and they do a decent latte at $3.50 a pop.
This was the menu they gave us. I’m not sure if this was a menu specifically designed for the breakfast launch or if this is their regular menu but it was confusing to read. For example, I didn’t know that the burnt butter béarnaise and the felices ham were actually two components of the eggs benedict. I mean, it seems obvious now but it didn’t click at the time – and I wasn’t the only one on the table who made that mistake.
Pomelo liquid nitrogen, dried fruits, stolen lemonade and champagne
I don’t think this is on the regular menu, a shame because I thought it was an amazing dish. This is Morris Jones’ take on the Fruit Loops, a cereal that most of us loved as children. When liquid nitrogen was poured all the dried fruits, lemonade and champagne, the mixture bubbled and fizzed, causing everyone to go, ‘aaah!’
It was a pretty and very clever rendition of my favourite cereal as a kid. It was cleansing and light – way better than legit Fruit Loops, that’s for sure. Butcher dubbed it ‘the grown-up version of Fruit Loops.’ Such naughtiness.
Eggs benedict, felices ham, burnt butter béarnaise ($16.50)
We each had our own breakfast ‘main.’ Given my rants on ‘boring’ breakfast joints, it therefore seemed a bit strange that I ended up ordering the eggs benny – but hey, when you see ‘burnt butter béarnaise’ on the menu, it’s hard not to say no.
It was a very solid eggs benny. The eggs were perfectly poached and all the trimmings tasted fantastic. I especially liked how the burnt butter gave the sauce that extra depth.
The other people on the table ordered the zucchini slice, pea tendrils, avocado, feta, poached egg ($15.50) or the chilli corn relish, hash fritters, poached eggs ($14.50). Unfortunately, there was no swapsies happening that morning (what?! food bloggers not swapping bits of food?! THE HELL?!) so I can’t comment on those dishes. From all the positive comments I heard around the table though, I can only say that the two dishes were pretty good as well.
Breakfast at Morris Jones proved to be a pleasant affair and while I’d never be someone who’d wait a more than an hour for a breakfast/brunch table, I’d definitely wake up and cross town for Morris Jones.
152 Little Bourke Street
Melbourne VIC 3000
+61 9650 9510
I always find it hard to review a place that has a DIY approach when it comes to food. You know, those places where you’re supposed to cook your food in front of you because it’s supposedly more fun and interactive and WOW.
For one thing, you’re not assessing the kitchen’s ability to cook and present your cook. All the hard work is left to you, the diner. So essentially if you stuff up a steak, then it’s your fault and not the restaurant. Thus, you’re then left to judge the quality of ingredients being used, the ambiance and the service. And thankfully, Ishiya Stone Grill has all three things down pat.
Pete and I decided to have dinner here one night after work. We were looking around Chinatown, trying to find a place that was 1) open for dinner on a major public holiday eve and was 2) not ridiculously expensive (but not overly cheap either because we felt like treating ourselves). After wandering around aimlessly, we eventually settled on Ishiya. After all, their $38.90 weeknight deal that included a stone grill main and entrée each was enough to draw us in – especially given that a stone grill main was $35-39 each.
Essentially, the stone grill concept involves cooking meat and seafood on a 400-degree volcanic stone plate to your liking. The high heat of the stone is supposed to sear in the meat’s juices, making it super tasty. Ishiya is not the only restaurant that does it – there are heaps of other ones, however Ishiya is the only one I know that does it in Melbourne.
Ippongi Hoyate ($8.50 for a 60ml serve)
We started off with some shochu. The Ippongi we ordered was a rice shochu and tasted very similar to sake, but with more volume.
Tori no tatsuta age (Japanese fried chicken)
The two of us ordered the Japanese fried chicken for our entrées because neither of us were keen on the beef skewers. The crispy pieces of chicken were pedestrian enough – not too remarkable, but not terrible either.
We also ordered the mixed sashimi. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember how much it was but I don’t remember it being too expensive. Either way, we were both impressed at how fresh the fish was.
Angus porterhouse and tiger prawn stone grill (normally $35.90)
That’s my stone grill in the foreground; it came with a nice chunk of porterhouse, two prawns, a block of tofu and zucchini. I was also given some dipping sauces: ponzu, garlic butter miso, sesame and teriyaki, all of which were delicious.
Meanwhile, Pete had the Ishiya Deluxe Stonegrill (normally $39.90), which came with a slightly smaller piece of porterhouse, but then he also struck gold with a fish fillet, some chicken, a lamb cutlet and a prawn.
Oh yes, steak. Okay.
We had a pleasant meal at Ishiya. Despite the DIY nature of the meal, there was plenty to like. The ingredients used were top quality, the non-stone grill meals were decent enough and the service was tops. I would come back to try some of the a la carte items on the menu (duck and scallop salad, anyone? and omg, what about the mussel croquettes?) but probably won’t do stone grill again. Sure, it’s a novel concept and I have friends who love dining here but it’s just not for me – I can cook my own steak at home, thanks.