Food. Wine. Melbourne.
“They put leaves in the bottle?” What followed was a moment of mutual bewilderment. I was hosting a sparkling wine tasting and had totally misinterpreted my audience. ‘Lees’ is a pretty confusing French terms referring to dead yeast cells. Not a terribly romantic notion but those dead little yeast are quite magical in the way […] Read more…
Back in 2009 on a trip to Melbourne, I wandered up and down Lygon Street asking the spruikers if their pasta was homemade. I didn’t have much luck. In a city renowned for its Italian it was pretty hard to find something authentic. Fortunately times have changed; there are plenty of marvellous pizzas scattered around […] Read more…
Four years ago today, my beat-up old Nissan Pulsar jiggled and slid its way through Melbourne’s cobbled, tram-tracked streets for the first time. The city I had fallen in love with in 2004 and visited many times since was now my home and I was so damned excited. But cities lose their magic when you […] Read more…