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more than a mezzo-forte huzzah for Mezzo

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The blogosphere, among other things, has given me the impression that Mezzo Bar + Grill (formerly Oyster) in the CBD gets mixed reviews. However, when my dashing partner decided to take me there for some wining and dining, I was quite happy to leave preconceptions at the door – amply assisted by the imbibing of a Negroni at the bar. Being alone whilst drinking in quite the restrained manner (for me, you understand, quite the rarity) gave me the opportunity to people watch and observe the staff. They were warm and attentive and greeted guests immediately upon entering. I felt that this was a good sign and it was now up to the food to impress further.

To start, oysters. In typical gourmand form, I chose a half dozen of the mezzo caldo oysters and two Bloody Mary oyster shooters. The mezzo caldo was a more elegant take on Oysters Kilpatrick. Someone is probably going to shoot me for that, but I don’t mean that with any negative connotations at all. I could easily have slugged down a whole dozen. Probably the same for the Bloody Mary shooters (pictured above at the beginning). Our waitress recommended a glass of bubbly Chandon to go with these.

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Tris’ choice for entrée was easily the winner of our choices – the tuna carpaccio. It looked stunning and tasted divine. It left a lasting impression on me taste-wise and visually well after the meal was over and I only had a single mouthful – tomato sorbet and gorgeous vegetables below the tuna with a slight crunch offsetting the softer texture of the tuna. The only issue Tris had with the dish was the use of orange. He felt that the sweetness didn’t sit right with the dish because it wasn’t quite delicate enough. Despite this, I still had entrée envy.

 tuna carpaccio

For mains, with no hesitation I went with a special offered – rabbit loin. Tender, gamey and juicy. I was smugly satisfied with my choice. The lovely waitress recommended a glass of sangiovese which was just perfect with the dish. If I weren’t a complete wine ignoramus, I would have got the name, sigh. In any case, it’s inspired me to explore this wine style more so if you have any suggestions good examples, hit me up.

 rabbit

Tris chose the paella which is on the menu. Presentation-wise it looked gorgeous, but I feel I got the better main out of the two of us. It’s a bit of a personal dirty word, but I’m going to say his paella was more on the ‘deconstructed’ side. It was generously brimming with seafood. I say it’s deconstructed, Tris says it’s not paella proper. This wasn’t a concern as he thoroughly enjoyed it.

 paella

There was no way I was leaving without dessert. I had the tiramisu. The waiter cheekily joked that it’s something of a social experiment having the tiramisu – you are presented with the pan and left to serve yourself. I suspect many cut themselves dainty slices, but not I! I went for a quarter of what was in the pan. No one rushed out to stop me which is just as well or I would have got into a fist fight. It was delicious – not too rich or sweet.

 tiramasu

The better half went for the more sober choice of Sicilian doughnuts. Thank goodness one of us has some good sense.

 sicilian doughnuts

Alas, it was upon ordering coffee that we both came unstuck. I’m assuming, given the crockery is emblazoned with the name, that the house coffee is Vittoria. Whatever coffee Mezzo is using at present is genuinely awful. The bitterness just about killed my palate and wouldn’t bloody leave.  I should have ordered tea. I mention this because restaurants should and can devote as much care to their coffee choice as they do to their other beverages. I’m not saying they should immediately rush out and get on the third wave coffee bandwagon, just choose something that won’t have your diners scrunching up their faces in horror.

Does Mezzo deserve its mixed reviews? Based on this visit, I’d have to say that aside from the coffee, I loved it. The service was flawless (though Tris suspects that as soon as they saw his camera, they got wind that we were dirty food bloggery types, the charm factor was turned up a notch. Incidentally, they were right…). It’s pretty expensive and this means I’d leave repeat visits for special occasions (yes, either at my cost or if a loved one was treating me) but I would revisit and definitely recommend. If you don’t want to do the three-course meal shebang, they do have happy hour for oysters and a Monday pasta night – both of which I’m keen to try out.

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two old Francophones and a lot of awesome bar snacks, Japanese-style

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An old friend Sebas originally from Toulouse, France was back in Australia. I had met him in the days when my French was near-fluent (oh how I miss those days!) as a suffering uni student nearly a decade ago. He’d been in Melbourne for three months and we’d still not been able to catch up. Eventually, both of us got our shit together and paid a city izakaya a visit. Izakaya Chuji proudly boasts that it is the first izakaya in Melbourne and that it’s been in operation since 1989. That’s two years after I arrived here from England, so you know it’s been around a long time, hehe. The decor hinted at the eatery’s antiquity. I joked that they had the sort of comfy chairs that were perfectly at home in a badly funded arts department and belonged in your lecturer’s office at uni.

I was wildly picking out things to eat so ordering was deferred to me. I asked Sebas if there was anything he didn’t eat:

– No, I eat everything.

– Oh cool, even raw meat?

– Everything.

We all giggled. It’s always a relief when you’re going to be sharing dishes and everyone in your party is pretty much up for anything. It really adds to the enjoyment of a food outing, don’t you think?

Naturally, yukke was ordered.

Raw, marinated thinly sliced beef on a bed of similarly sliced cucumber, topped with a raw egg. Heavenly. I was pretty excited about this, as it was my first time having yukke. Tristan had been here before and thought it quite special. I’ve had beef tataki before which is also served raw but this is the traditional izakaya shit, yo. As we ate, Sebas told us about how in France you can get horsemeat tartare and how good it is. Don’t think horse as a meat is very popular here though?

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Unlike my experience at Ichi Ni Izakaya, our waitress was only too happy to help me choose a sake suited to my taste. We ended up with a slightly sweet, cloudy Kizakura bottle to share. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Penny also had a bottle of it at her place the day after, purchased at the Good Food and Wine Show. Our waitress made a point of coming back after we polished off our bottle to check if we liked it which I thought rather sweet.

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Next up, some takoyaki. While these were delicious, I’m used to them being crispier on the outside. I first had a gorgeous Japanese friend make these for me at her place many years ago and confess that that has become my standard against which subsequent takoyaki are measured. She was single-handedly responsible for converting me to the yumminess of octopus too.

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I also chose some deep fried battered squid tentacles with wasabi mayonnaise for dipping. I might just lose the respect of my fellow food bloggers by admitting…that I prefer Ajisen Ramen’s incarnation of this dish! Will you still respect me?

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It wasn’t all deep fried or meaty goodness. I did also insist upon a serving of horenso. How do the Japanese get a fairly bland vegetable to taste so good? Strict vegetarians might need to be careful with this dish as they often use bonito to season it.

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After this first lot of dishes, we all sat and chatted for quite some time. Everyone was too polite to say they were still hungry – so I fixed that and outright admitted I could still go more food. By this time, our delicious sake was finished, so we ordered a flask of the house sake which is served warm. I was ploughing into that too quickly so I got some of the Tanuki Beer that I saw advertised on the wall. I mean, could you resist getting beer named after a Japanese mythical trickster that potentially has magical balls?

2 Brothers Tanuki pilsener

Magical balls aside, this malty, clean pilsener number is made especially for Izakaya Chuji by local microbrewery 2 Brothers, based in Moorabbin. They really are two brothers brewing and most certainly aren’t hacks either – their Voodoo won the Premier’s Award this year at the Australian International Beer Awards last month. You can read more about Tanuki Beer here – I made sure I took a photo of the bottle’s copy for the beer nerds.

Two more dishes were ordered – one was the impressive and very generous mixed sushi and sashimi platter. You could easily get this and have between two as your main. There were three of us sharing (the ever-faithful Tris being our third) and it filled us all up. There were no more hungry protests after this was gobbled up. It was just as generous in selection too – there were four different types of fish used for the sashimi, and even unagi. I’d happily come back just for this, with a seafood-loving friend in tow!

 sushi & sashimi

I also got a bowl of the old fave, edamame. Addictive little critters. Izakaya Chuji’s version is not salted like mad, which I rather like. It’s such a simple dish – steamed soy beans in their pods and still I’m not fed up of it.

 edamame

It was up on the specials board (and sadly, we forgot to take a picture) but cheese gyoza intrigued me. These weren’t really like standard gyoza at all in that they were hard as if they’d been baked. They were stuffed with pork mince which was carefully laced with cheese that naturally got nice and gooey as the gyoza was cooked. I have to confess, I thought it was going to be pretty ‘character-building’ but it was great! Definitely the sort of snack I’d like when sinking beers.

Finally, after all the conversation and even more food, we paid just under $50 each and bundled ourselves into the cold wintry Melbourne for some more drinking action, suitably fortified with some damn fine Japanese nosh. There are loads of fantastic snacky things on the menu so I definitely intend upon returning here. There’s also a sizeable sake list and I’m sure I could be persuaded to sample more of it! If you don’t want to stagger too far for a drink, you can try the bar next door attached to Izakaya Chuji called Nihonshu Shochu & Sake Bar (you can even directly enter Nihonshu from Chuji and they also have a similar food menu).

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the not-so-humble sandwich

I admit it, foodies on Twitter chirruping incessantly about Earl Canteen, a new cafe in the CBD, led me to check it out. Peer pressure, yep. It was those damn lunchboxes – the offer of a sandwich, a small salad, then a sweet morsel, all for $13.50 and freshly made. I very rarely have lunch out but figured it’d be worth checking out with fellow food blogger Alex from the Melbourne Social Guide.

It’s a bit tricky to find at first – if you enter from the swinging doors at 500 Bourke St, then go through to the back and you’ll get to a courtyard and find it below Movida Aqui. Alternatively, despite its actual address, you can enter from Lt Bourke St, nearest to the corner of William St. Believe me, you’ll thank me for these elaborate directions!

There wasn’t much in the way of seating inside and it was all taken. Thankfully, Melbourne decided to grace us with a gorgeous autumnal day, so we sat outside in the courtyard. While I waited for Alex, I scoffed down two salted caramel macarons, brand new to the macaron line-up. Should’ve bought four more…Damned delicious. Alas, these beauties are no more. For now.

*News flash, Fuku-san! They’re back! Wheeeee!

Earl Canteen macaron, detail

Whilst scoffing down my macarons greedily, I had the very unexpected pleasure of bumping into Claire of Melbourne Gastronome fame. Coincidentally, I finally got to give her a copy of a macaron zine I’d been holding onto for her. Naturally, we gabbed about food, macarons and serendipitous meetings. It was pretty lovely of her to make me not feel like that weirdo from the internet.

Alex then arrived, and serious business could then begin: the eating of the magical lunchbox. On the day we went, there was a salad of sweet pumpkin, a berry friand, and a baguette inspired by the Waldorf salad – chicken with a creamy but light dressing, with walnuts and finely chopped Pink Lady apples. Sadly, I have decided I am hopeless with baguettes. I know they’re supposed to be crusty, but my mouth and jaw has to work far too hard to chew the bread for it to be enjoyable. This makes me a sad foodie. I might ask if they can make up their sandwiches with a softer bread because I’m so lame. The only thing that made me feel better was that Alex couldn’t eat his salad on account of not liking pumpkin or sweet potato. Sorry chum, I outed you. Win for me – the salad was delicious and I love both pumpkin and sweet potato.

Earl Canteen lunchbox

I returned for another ‘research’ trip and to have lunch with good mate Luke. Whilst there, we were joined by Steph (who is a consummate ‘cookie-foodie’ – check out her personal blog for the requisite evidence) and Lindsey who both made me give in to peer pressure – yeah, I had the pork belly sandwich. No, I had no regrets. Led by Jess, Lindsey and Steph all yelled at me for eating it incorrectly. I truly didn’t realise you can eat a baguette incorrectly. My crime? Attempting to use cutlery. The correct method of cramming the porky goodness into your mouth is to: shove the pork deep into the baguette, close baguette tightly and squeeze down, and then place into mouth and NOM (vb. intransitive). Consider me suitably chastised. No more impromptu sandwich parties for me!

pork belly baguette

Luke had the sticky lamb baguette and very kindly let me snap a shot of it. I am sorry to report that there was a sliver of bone in it – apparently due to the fact that lamb neck is bony. Poor Luke had pork belly lust as we all tucked into our sandwiches. There’s always next time, chum!

lamb baguette

Of course I needed more macarons. This time the rose and coffee ones. Thanks Steph for letting me get a quick photo.

macarons

There has been some consternation about Earl Canteen’s prices and I have to confess I’m a bit over it. Earl Canteen have explained their philosophy and quite frankly all you haters can suck some (meat)balls. I say meatballs because there’s a wagyu meatball baguette on Earl’s menu (it is alas mythical to me at present but fellow EDSer Ryan has tried it). Yes, Earl is a little pricey. I’m not particularly affluent but am not at all bothered because the prices reflect supporting a specific food philosophy somewhat antithetical to fast food culture (not that I’m above the occasional fast food burger…). Will it work? Ask the horde of regulars Earl have attracted in the short time they’ve been open. When possible, that’ll include me.

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