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Some of these posts may be horrendously out-of-date. Sorry!

a drink to help you get…

…your dick inside her?

Hey, don’t blame me for that joke, I first innocently fell for it when @bobearth told me to look for it at a wine bar…dirty so-and-so!

What a glorious weekend – relaxed, been sleeping well (about as rare as sighting Halley’s Comet, honestly!) and bloody good weather. It is indeed a natural antidepressant.

After yet another breakfast jaunt, a drop-in visit was made to an evil alcohol supplying conglomerate. I was actually keen on getting some of the Monteith crushed pear cider that some friends said was available.

Success. It turned out that there were a couple of other perries in stock so we grabbed them with a view to drinking on the front lawn like good suburban bogans. You kind of bust your cover when you start reading and look like you’re learning shit.

Monteith crushed pear cider

The New Zealand Monteith’s pear cider is your choice if you don’t like your cider too sweet. The pear flavour is but a homeopathic drop in the actual cider. I could barely taste it. However, I liked it – no alcoholic harshness, no yucky sulphite presence (it contains sulphites but it’s not evident in the beverage). I know, sulphites are there for preservation, sigh. There’s a hint of colour. To be honest, I wanted it to be more alcoholic.

Kopparberg pear cider

Kopparberg’s pear cider was nowhere near as refined an example. The smell of fake pear hard candy emanates from your pint glass as soon as you fill it and it’s the colour of urine. It’s also really fucking sweet. The alcohol pops up every now and then, so it’s a bit ‘rough’. Under no circumstances will I drink this again voluntarily. On the upside, I guess it’s less disgusting than alcopops. There’s a little bit of sourness to keep the sweetness in check.

Rekorderlig premium pear cider

The Rekorderlig premium pear cider was a good deal less disgusting than the Kopparberg. Both are Swedish and Tristan made an educated guess that perhaps it is in keeping with Swedish taste to have them sweet? Rekorderlig initially smells of liquid bubblegum, and is largely the same colour as the Monteith. Taste-wise, I personally found it less insipidly sweet than the Kopparberg but Tris thought it was too sweet. I found it more refined.

If I were buying for a friend and they had a preference for sweet, I’d probably buy the Reorderlig for sharing. However, the winner out of the three consumed on the same day was definitely the Monteith.

Dickens perry

If you’re feeling really adventurous, then do try the Australian Dickens perry. Be warned though: this is sour, dry and tart. I struggled with the first gulp but after this last trio, I really want to have it again. It’s cloudy and there is a good deal of sediment in the bottom. Is this the discerning person’s perry? Definitely in style. Good choice to label it ‘perry’ and not ‘pear cider’…

2 Brothers Gypsy pear cider

Despite noticing it hit the Australian market in the colder months, Melburnian brewery 2 Brothers’ Gypsy pear cider has been very popular. A tad sweeter than Monteith’s but perhaps a little more carbonated? It’s widely available around Melbourne in bottles and on tap. I was even told by a pub worker that from a consumer perspective it’s 2 Brothers’ most popular product – though note, that’s not a cited fact.

Guys, this is just readily available perry. Imagine what kind of summer we’ll have if you love apple cider… So girls, and girlier men, throw out your alcopops and embrace what looks to be a spring and summer of more cider love.

bonus breakfast lust

Today, a beery post was planned for publication. Alas, technology and that silly real life thing got in the way. Have a bonus breakfast post instead?

I was thrilled when I read on …it pleases us that there was a joint called The Breakfast Club that wasn’t too far from where I lived, in the oh so trendy Northcote. Quite some time ago, I forced myself out of bed at a ‘regular person’ hour and paid a visit.

I love it when bunnies tell you what’s special. I was so tempted by the rice porridge special on the board but needed a savoury fix badly.

specials

I also love it when teapots come in cosies.

cosy tea

I ordered ‘Tones creamy baked eggs’. Baked and creamy as promised and surprise savoury goodness – you never knew what you’d get in each mouthful, yum. There were all sorts of savoury things in there!

baked whatsit

T ordered ‘Something fishy for Marce’ – beautiful tomato and sardine toast. Even now, looking at the photo, it looks so fresh that you could reach through the screen and just grab it to eat!

sardines on toast on a plate

Let’s not forget the side of Mexican beans! I suspect these were just baked beans out of a tin with the addition of chilli or tabasco and other such things…

mehico beans

I vowed to return: there was a toastie called ‘the Ringwald’ that had my name on it. I decided to drop in this week alone months after my first visit to catch up on some reading. Gush!

Actually, I read the article before on Obama: I merely stared goggle-eyed at the photo of Gaiman (hey, most of you would do the same!).

Oh yes, breakfast! The Ringwald – melted brie, quince paste, basil and cracked pepper.

the Ringwald

Wait…that’s it? Where’s the basil…? *pout*

The lovely new waitress came over and apologised profusely, explaining she was new and forgot to add basil. She handed me a small bowl and a pepper grinder to add.

That’s better!

the Ringwald properly adorned

Alas, it should have had more brie and less quince. I’ll probably stick to their fantastic baked eggs selection in the future.

I also had a pot of soy chai and got to see another tea cosy in action.

yet another tea cosy

The cafe is dotted with all sorts of cool retro knick-knacks. I especially loved this salt and pepper duo, straight out of the 70s.

salt 'n' peppa

The Breakfast Club is a little out of the way on St Georges Rd rather than on High St but that makes it quieter. A good thing as it’s teensy! The service is lovely and it’s a fab breakfast and brunch spot. Just make sure you bring cash as they don’t take plastic. I’m also really keen to try out their restaurant next door, creatively called Next Door Diner.

Oh Northcote, so not hungover. Well, not this time (yea craft beer!).

The Breakfast Club on Urbanspoon

op shops and laneways

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then you know that the part of Melbourne that I live in is not exactly brimming with culinary goodness. However, if you venture up to Eltham, in Melbourne’s north, there are a few noteworthy exceptions: Montsalvat, a beautiful medieval-style artists’ colony that also used to house a jazz festival but also has a small French restaurant (you can see some photos of a visit made to Montsalvat here). Then there’s Mercer’s which has made it into The Age Good Food Guide a fair few times (post on a visit coming soon!).

Then there’s a tiny former op shop that’s been converted to a cafe during the day and a bar by night called The Lane. It is opposite the fantastic Eltham Bookshop which is very supportive of its local poetry scene. The Lane had made it into The Age Cheap Eats and as T and I are fairly local to the area, we sought to check it out.

The breakfast-brunchy options are quite nice, and indeed quite cheap – the big breakfast being the only item over $15. The first time we went, T got sautéed spinach and poached eggs on toast with citrus mayonnaise. As you can see, it’s a fairly generous serve and T was more than sated.

Citrus poached eggs

I ordered the French toast with stewed apple and maple syrup. I asked for an additional side of bacon. How good is bacon, French toast and maple syrup, seriously?! I loved it. Sorry about the blurry photo – this is quite old and taken when I wasn’t so…careful (read: food blogger wankster)!

French toast with stewed apple

The next time we went there was to catch up with T’s mother who also lives in the area. I was very pleased to learn that The Lane participates in a programme run by the Australian Poetry Centre called ‘Cafe Poets’ – where a cafe ‘adopts’ a poet. When we arrived, T’s mother W was reading a book by the poet. You are also encouraged to write your own poems and drop them into a box there for the purpose. I want to go back and write something!

On this occasion, T got the big breakfast – it looks gorgeous, but T said that it’s really just as good as a big breakfast you can make at home yourself. That’s a bit disappointing.

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Sadly, I slightly echoed T’s sentiments with my choice of the scrambled eggs and ham with seeded mustard. The scrambled eggs weren’t quite fluffy enough, though the dish was still yummy. I must remember to have to ham and eggs together more often. It feels less guilty than bacon!

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W chose the homemade baked beans on toast and she really seemed to love it. Baked beans sometimes just hit the spot.

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I probably won’t be suggesting inner-city types jump in their cars to head to The Lane (or worse still, grab a Hurstbridge line train…it’s not too far from Eltham station), but if you live in the area it is worth the visit. Sometimes you just want to head to a quiet local that hasn’t been hit up with ThreeThousand-reading hipsters or food bloggers hungry for that next breakfast fix. But as if you guys would head up to Eltham…

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