The Kettle Black

A brunch worth waiting for

Köy Restaurant, South Melbourne

A Turkish banquet fit for a king

Spilt Milk

Fabulous service and amazing chilli jam

South Society

Bringing hipster cafe culture to the South

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

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In a past life, I would have definitely not been excited at being on the corner of Kings Way and Albert Rd because it meant that I was going to school (yes, I’m a Mac.Rob girl!). Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t really hate school, but there were much better places to be. This time, I’d made the trek into the city, on a Saturday morning and lined up for 40 minutes to get myself some brunch. How times change.


I had no idea how popular The Kettle Black was when I picked it as a brunch destination, but when we got there, we found that tables were in high demand and we had to put ourselves on a waiting list, with an estimated wait time for about half an hour! We decided to persist, after all, if so many people were willing to wait, then surely the food had to be worth it!

Located on Albert Rd, between St. Kilda Rd and Kings Way, The Kettle Black makes the most of the waiting line by setting up a little stall that serves coffees and cakes. The stall was doing a roaring trade, after all, the only way to make waiting in a queue on a cold Melbourne morning tolerable, is with a quality Melbourne coffee.

Our patience and hunger thresholds were well and truly tested before we heard our names finally called and we rushed up for fear that we may be booted off the list by someone else pretending to be us. Don’t laugh, we seriously contemplated doing this, so it’s not an unreasonable thought. We were seated inside at a big shared marble table which formed the centre piece of what would have been the lounge room in a previous era.

Inside, it is very apparent that the cafe is converted from an old house, with the layout of the hallway, lounge room, and possibly another bedroom still intact. The decorative plasterwork, and original fireplace is still there and serves as an artistic touch. The interior is light and cool, with white playing a large part.



We quickly ordered some coffees, and went about trying to choose our dishes from the menu. There were two vegetarian options that stood out for me. The first was mixed beans with basil pesto, red peppers, house made tomato sauce and served with toast. I’m still wondering what the difference is between something that is house made, and something that is home made. Perhaps it’s just hipster terminology. The second option was cooked and raw mushrooms on toast served with goat’s cheese. Normally I would choose the mushrooms, but on this occasion I opted for the beans.


Our meals arrived fairly quickly and our first comment was about the generous portion size. None of us wasted any time and proceeded to dig in.  My beans were delicious. Whatever house made tomato sauce is, and regardless of which house it was made in, it tasted amazing. It was rich and hearty, well seasoned, and the strips of grilled capsicum added a lovely flavour. The basil pesto also added an extra dimension, creating bursts of freshness against the tomato. The bowl of beans was so large though, that I would have appreciated another slice of toast, but maybe that’s just me, I like my carbs.



We had another vegetarian at the table (woo hoo, I wasn’t the only vegetarian!), and she ordered the mushrooms. Looking at her dish, I admit I did have a little bit of brunch envy. The mushrooms were varied and piled high, and I am a sucker for cheese of any sort. But my beans were very good, and I was happy with my choice.


If there was one criticism of The Kettle Black, it would be the noise. Because it was so busy and bursting with patrons, the noise levels were a little above my preferred range, to the point where it was hard to have a conversation across the table. But the food was excellent, worth the wait, and I really shouldn’t complain about other people being loud, because that would make me the pot calling the kettle black. Boom tish.

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Tuesday, May 05, 2015

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I had never heard of Köy Restaurant until it appeared in The Age list of top ten Turkish eats. At $35 per head for a 7 course Turkish banquet this seemed like a real steal, and so I set about trying to secure a booking. The banquet night is held on the last Wednesday of every month, where a special menu is arranged and features some new dishes that the chef is experimenting with. Being extremely keen and rather impatient I rang immediately hoping to get a table for the banquet on the following week, but alas it seemed that The Age had given Köy too much publicity and there wasn’t a booking available for the next three months! All I could do was put my name on a waiting list and hope!

Luckily for me, I received a call on Tuesday afternoon telling me that they had a few vacancies for the next day! I was given the choice between a table outside at 7pm, or a table inside at 8:45pm. Given that Melbourne weather is highly unpredictable, I didn’t want to be eating outside in the pouring rain, or a gale blowing, so I opted for the later sitting inside. Whilst 8:45pm for dinner is very late for me (I’m usually eating at 6pm if I get my way!) I figured that building up my hunger was potentially a good strategy to tackle a 7 course banquet.

When we got there at 8:45pm on the dot, we were told that there was no tables inside and that we would be seated outside. I was not a happy camper, especially since I had chosen this later timeslot to have an inside table, but unless we were prepared to wait 20 minutes, there was little choice but to sit outdoors. By this stage I was starving, and 20 minutes seemed like an eternity, so I refrained from throwing a tantrum and reluctantly took the outdoor option. Much to the credit of Köy, the outdoor area really was quite comfortable. It was lined with fake grass, covered, and had outdoor heaters. Melbourne was also cooperating, and it was a still night with no rain, and not too cold either. And so I was proven wrong, eating outdoors in winter didn’t seem to be all that bad.

A lovely waiter handed us a sheet with the menu for the night. He ran through each of the courses and then explained the alternative vegetarian options for me. I was a little too excited at the prospect of launching into a Turkish feast so I really didn’t pay attention to the details, and decided that it was best to just let the dishes arrive and enjoy them as they came!



Our first 'course' arrived almost instantly. It would be a bit generous to call this a proper course, it was more like a canape, but nevertheless it was delicious, and a good sign for things to come. The standard option was cured trout served with avocado puree in a canape spoon. My vegetarian option was sigara boregi. This was a Turkish spring roll filled with feta and herbs like parsley and mint. It was served with a rose flavoured jam and was delicious. I am a sucker for anything deep fried so I was very satisfied with my option.


Second course was a typical Middle Eastern staple, bread and tip. But make no mistake this was no ordinary dip. We were served Turkish bread with smoked hummus with pine nuts and dates. The hummus, whilst not tasting smoky, had an amazing depth of flavour, and the dates provided a lovely sweetness. Pine nuts are always a luxury and they added a lovely crunch to the dip. The other half remarked that this was the best hummus he had ever tasted, and I have to say that he was probably right. A generous serve of bread was provided and we used this to mop the bowl of dip completely clean. It was pretty clear that we liked this dish!


Third course was a lentil and spinach soup, flavoured with tomatoes and spices. As with most lentil soups, my Indian heritage always causes me to see them as variations of dhal. Dhal is, however, one of my favourite foods, and so I really enjoyed this dish. It was served piping hot and full of flavour, although I felt it could have benefited from a little more seasoning. I would have also appreciated a piece of Turkish bread to dunk in the soup too, but this was just a small criticism on an otherwise great dish.


The standard option for the fourth course was a saffron scallop served with cauliflower puree. This was another course that really could have been called a canape, and according to the other half, was a bit lack lustre.


My vegetarian option was a stuffed mushroom, filled with haloumi and herbs. I couldn’t identify all the herbs but I’m sure I could taste spring onion and parsley. Mushrooms are one of my favourite vegetables, and haloumi is one of my favourite cheeses, so I’m pretty sure that I was the winner in this course!


We continued our separate ways for course number 5. The standard option was a dish called Pastirmali Kadayif. Neither of us had any idea what this dish would entail  but it turned out to be a little pastry. The pastry looked just like kataifi pastry which I often see in the Greek sweet shops, so I’m guessing that kadayif is the Turkish equivalent. The filling was the Turkish equivalent of pastrami, and the whole serve was brushed with the same rose jam that I was served with my feta spring roll, and a little dollop of herbed yogurt. There was also a sprinkling of smoked paprika on the plate, but this didn’t really seem to fit in with the rest of the dish. Overall this course was deemed to be good, but not spectacular.


In place of the kadayif pastry, I received a dish of a Turkish tomato based stew. This dish was full of flavour, with softened onions, garlic, lots of vegetables, and even more tomato. It was served with herbed yogurt which added a creaminess to the dish. In what became a theme for the night, like the lentil soup, I felt the dish could have benefited with a bit more seasoning and a piece of bread to mop it up. I was however pretty full by this stage, and I’m sure my body was glad that no additional bread was involved.


My final vegetarian savoury course was another stew, which I believe is a regular menu item, titled Pirasa. This dish consisted of braised leeks and other vegetables, bulghur and a lemony broth, and it was also served with the herbed yogurt. This stew had a very unique flavour, and was a refreshing way to end the main meal before dessert. Once again however, I felt the dish was lacking a little seasoning.



The other half received what he decided was his favourite dish of the night. Unfortunately he dug into it so fast, that I didn’t have time to photograph it. It was a braised lamb and lima bean stew with sucuk, which is a Turkish type of sausage, almost like chorizo. His exact words when we were debating who got the better course was, "I don’t know how many vegetables are in your stew, but it can’t be better than what I’m eating!" 


By this time neither of us could move. I felt like I had gained about 10 kilos, and I would have to be rolled down the street to the car. But there was a dessert course to be eaten, and my separate dessert stomach kicked into gear. The menu stated that we were to receive a deconstructed rhubarb cheesecake, but I’m almost certain that what was placed in front of us was a deconstructed strawberry cheesecake. Regardless of what it was, it was delicious. The cream cheese had the right balance of sweetness, and the crumb had a lovely butterscotch flavour to it. The berry coulis had little chunks of what we believed were strawberries, and together it made for a beautiful dessert.

Over all this was an amazing meal and definitely one of the best cheap eats in Melbourne. I’m so glad I got that last minute call telling me that I’d been bumped up the waiting list, and I would definitely go again, just to see what experiments the chef was up to!

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

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Determined to find more breakfast options closer to home, I spent Saturday morning scouring the internet trying to find new places. The search provided me with a few options, and I decided to start my adventures the next day at Spilt Milk in Carnegie.

Located on Neerim Rd, just around the corner from the Carnegie shopping precinct, Spilt Milk is a tiny little cafe, with a cute cow print on the front. The cafe was tiny, with only five little tables and a window seat, but this ended up being a positive because it meant every diner received individual attention. When we walked in, all the tables were taken, but luckily someone was just finishing off their coffee, and they happily left their table so that we could sit down. Thankyou very much to this kind mystery gentleman, you certainly helped start our morning off on the right foot.


The interior of the cafe had a very rustic feel. All the original brick walls were intact and visible, exposed rafters, and the furniture and fittings had a very warm and homely feel to them. We quickly ordered coffees and proceeded to make choices from the menu. All the items on offer were named after animals, and after some internal debate I settled on the Flamingo. The description promised Asian flavours of lime, chilli and coriander, so I was excited to see what would arrive.


The coffee arrived first and it hit the mark. It was Padre coffee and it went down a treat. Clearly I wasn't the only one with this opinion because the takeaway counter for coffee had a constant stream of customers the whole time we were there. Through a little hole in the wall, the staff served coffee after coffee to customers who were simply checking in for their morning caffeine. Watching their interaction it was apparent that this was a regular occurrence and most of these customers came regularly and the barristers had memorised their order. There was lot of laughs and chatter and everyone was happy.


Our food arrived shortly, and it was exactly has described on the menu. There were two pieces of lightly toasted rye bread that were topped generously with scrambled eggs. This was garnished with pieces of cucumber, coriander, some homemade chilli jam, and a wedge of lime. As I chewed on the first bite of my meal, the chef arrived at our table, and asked me if I liked it, whether it was hot enough for me, or whether I would like it hotter. In typical Indian style, I told him that I could have it hotter and he immediately whisked my plate back to the kitchen and brought it back seconds later with more cayenne pepper sprinkled on top, and a little bowl filled with more chilli jam.


It was the chilli jam that made this meal. It was sweet and hot and combined with the tang of the lime, created a party in my mouth. I was so excited by the discovery of chilli jam that I actually went home and started Googling recipes. I’m hoping that I’ll find a recipe that replicates what Spilt Milk serve (or perhaps the boys at Spilt Milk can give me their recipe *wink*)

The other half went for the Donkey, which was toasted sourdough, with poached eggs, spinach, bacon, cherry tomatoes, parmesan and a little blob of aioli. According to him, the dish could have done with some more aioli, after all aioli always needs to be slathered on liberally, but he had some of my chilli jam, and apparently this worked just as well with his dish. Didn't I tell you that the chilli jam was magic?!


Whilst my breakfast was a winner, what struck me as the most special was the service at Spilt Milk. Every customer was looked after and given personal attention. Those that were regular patrons were easily identifiable through their chit chat with the staff about their children, their weekend, and various other personal stories. It was this touch that really struck me about what made Spilt Milk so good. Obviously food is a very important focus, and there are many cafes that do good food, but not everybody remembers that a little bit of special service is why many people go out for a meal. Luckily Split Milk have this part down pat, and I think this is what will keep them going for a long time. And the chilli jam, of course...

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

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There aren’t many local breakfast haunts near my place. Hyde and Seek is probably the closest, and it’s still a good 45 minute walk away, so when I heard that a new cafe had opened up a ten minute walk away, I was pretty excited. South Society is located in Pinewood, just around the corner from Proud Peacock (if you haven’t been to Proud Peacock yet, you need to do so ASAP!) and looks pretty fancy to be nestled in amongst the local shops.

We went on a public holiday, soon after it opened, and it was clear that we were slow on the uptake. The cafe was bustling and the clientele were varied. There were elderly couples enjoying their morning coffee, families making the most of the public holiday and enjoying time spent together and girlfriends catching up over brunch.


I was armed with my camera, so I walked in and tried to pick a table that would give me the best vantage point to take photos. The space was large, the windows light, and the fittings were modern and funky. It was comforting to know that this cafe looked like it was suited to the inner city, yet was just minutes from my doorstep.

A perusal through the menu revealed that they had cauliflower, carrot and quinoa patties, which sounded like they would resemble fritters, but I decided to deviate from my standard choice and went for smashed avocado, broad beans and peas on rye bread with pan fried haloumi, poached egg and truffle oil. The remainder of the menu had a decent selection of other sweet and savoury breakfasts, including the cleverly named Van Damme waffles which were in such a large serve that they looked like they would be impossible to demolish.

Our coffee arrived promptly and our space filled with a rich aroma. I am not sure what coffee beans were used, but a brief look at their Facebook page reveals that they may be using St Ali coffee. I’ve always held St Ali coffee in high regard, so this would explain why the coffee at South Society was pretty impressive for a little suburban shop.



The meals arrived soon after, and it was clear that this was a cafe that took its food seriously. A top a thick, toasted slice of rye bread was a beautiful mash of avocado, broad beans and peas. What made this mash perfect was the texture, there was the smoothness of the mash contrasted by interspersed bites of whole peas and broad beans that added bursts of sweetness to the meal. The haloumi was well fried, but then again, how can anything go wrong with fried cheese?


And then the ultimate test, the yolk porn test.


A clear pass.

The other half also went for a savoury breakfast, with bacon, because apparently bacon makes everything better. I tend to disagree, but each to their own! He had mushrooms on cornbread, served with char grilled peppers, bacon, poached egg and pesto. According to him, the char grilled peppers were the star of this dish, yes, they even beat the bacon! The were well charred, with plenty of olive oil and thyme, and full of flavour. This combination  has become such a favourite, that I now regularly char capsicums with olive oil and thyme, and they are always appreciated.


South Society also have great customer service. I saw quite a few people come in with dietary requirements, or they were just fussy eaters, and the wait staff had no issues adapting the menu to meet everyone’s needs. What won me over was the fact that when I pulled my camera out to take photos, they turned all the lights on, to make sure I got a good shot! A place that caters to a camera wielding vegetarian is always going to get my vote!

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

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With Melbourne commonly accepted as the food capital of Australia, it is no surprise that the Melbourne Food and Wine Festival plays host to a range of fun and fabulous events that showcase Victoria’s restaurants and produce.  We took the opportunity to attend a beer and food matching dinner held at Beer Deluxe in Federation Square. Whilst matching food and wine is a concept that most are familiar with, the concept of matching beer with food is still largely being introduced to the general public by the beer connoisseurs.

We were seated at long communal benches, which created the initial atmosphere for the event. Sitting next to people you didn’t know, forced you to socialise, and pretty soon, the barriers were broken and laughs were heard all around. Our host, who’s name I can’t remember, but we referred to him as Alan due to the striking resemblance he beared to his Hangover namesake, started off the night with an introduction about beer, the brewing movement, and some fun facts like that beer is the oldest recipe in the world!


In front of us were placed menus, and soon it was time to eat.


Course 1:
Non veg option: Cured kingfish, fennel, dill, hops
Veg option: Marinated artichoke, fennel dill, hops
Matched beer: Moo Brew Hefeweizen


As with all the courses, the element of the meal that matched the beer was the sauce and accompaniments, so it made little difference that the protein was replaced in my meal. The use of hops in a meal was a new idea for me, but surprisingly, it didn’t dominate the flavours and instead complimented the other elements well. The beer, also added an additional dimensions, and it was easy to see how it enhanced the taste of the meal.

Course 2:
Non veg option: Confit pork belly, smoked cauliflower, lychee
Veg option: Pumpkin gnocchi, smoked cauliflower, lychee
Matched beer: Feral Hop Hog IPA


An explanation about the history of Indian pale ales from Alan, educated us about the origins of this style of beer. The IPA is a strongly hopped pale ale which was designed to survive the long sea journey from England to India, to satisfy the drinking requirements of the soldiers. Whilst many find the flavour of an IPA not palatable, the beer paired very well with the meal.
The sweetness of the lychee brought out a sweetness in the beer, and they accentuated each other. They were not however sickly sweet, as the smokiness of the cauliflower added an additional layer of flavour. Unfortunately, the gnocchi was slightly below my high expectations of pasta. They were a little stodgy, rather than the little soft pillows of goodness that I always hope for in gnocchi. Luckily, the other elements compensated for this significantly, especially the cauliflower puree. The smoked flavour is one of my favourites, so I really enjoyed it in this dish.

Course 3:
Non veg option: Grilled duck breast, pickled cherries, shallot puree, mixed radish
Veg option: Mixed mushrooms, pickled cherries, shallot puree, mixed radish
Matched beer: Moon Dog Mr Mistoffelees


Alan told us that they were keen on a course to divide the opinions of the guests, and this was the course. Mr. Mistoffelees was a sour beer, with supposed tones of mango and passionfruit, but for me, it was really not pleasant at all. I tried it with the meal, in the hope that the beer with the food would enhance the flavours, but unfortunately this was not the case. The dish by itself was delicious. I am a huge mushroom fan, so any dish with mushrooms is a sure fire winner with me, and one again, the puree was the real winner. But having the beer with the meal did not work at all, and infact I found that the sourness of the beer was accentuated, creating an unpleasant taste in my mouth.

Course 4:
Meal: Stout cake, caramel Italian meringue
Matched beer: Cavalier Brown Ale

Unfortunately I must have forgotten to take a picture of this course :( You just have to trust me when I say it was delicious. Dark ales and chocolate desserts are always a great pairing, and this was no exception. The Cavalier Brown Ale is not extra dark or heavy, so satisfied the palates of even the drinkers who usually don’t like dark ales, and the stout cake accentuated the chocolate and coffee overtones of the beer.

The cake on its own was soft, moist and full of flavour. Unfortunately the Italian meringue that it was served with was all but a little dribble on the plate. I would have preferred a much bigger portion of meringue, or perhaps some rich chocolate sauce instead, after all what can beat chocolate with chocolate? Oh that’s right, chocolate with dark ale.

If there was one criticism to make, it was that the portion sizes were extremely small. Most of us finished the four courses still hungry, and we ended up ordering a bowl of chips to share. Whilst I understand that fine dining typically has small serving sizes, a little more food wouldn’t have gone astray given how much beer was consumed! Overall, it was a fabulous night. Kudos to Beer Deluxe for hosting such a fun evening. It could have gone horribly wrong by seating us on communal tables, but everyone was friendly and we all had a great time!

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Friday, February 20, 2015

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Photo Credit: The Telegraph UK
  Not every vegetarian is an angry, animal rights activist, out to convert everyone, type of vegetarian. Some of us choose vegetarianism for personal reasons, and we really don’t feel the need to explain ourselves. But for those of you who insist on asking a billion questions, here are some points to read before the next time you interrogate a vegetarian.

1.    I am a vegetarian. I am not a vegan. Therefore I eat milk and eggs. Yes, this means that I eat cheese, and ice cream and quiches. Yes, I also know that many cheeses contain rennet and most ice creams contain gelatine, but I have chosen not to extend my vegetarianism that far. I’m allowed to choose what I do and don’t want to eat.

2.    I am a vegetarian for spiritual reasons. Somewhere in my psyche, the thought of eating another soul doesn’t quite gel with me. I feel as though each body (be it of feather, fur or fin variety) was created to house a soul, and I don’t feel that it’s my place to decide when that body’s time is up.  I’m well aware that may make me sound like a tree hugging hippie to you, but just let me be. I’m also an engineer, so clearly there’s some rational thought in my head too, right?

3.    I am a vegetarian because I believe in animal rights. I don’t believe animals should be hurt, much less killed for me to eat them. I don’t need to eat them to survive, so there is no reason for them to suffer or die for me.

4.    I am a vegetarian because I don’t like the taste of meat. Even as a child, before the issues about spirituality and animal rights came into my head, I never really liked the taste of meat. The chicken curry was always pushed to the side of the plate, the lamb curry was always palmed off to my mum because I was too full, and the smell of fried fish made me dry reach. Believe it or not, not everybody like the taste of meat, so when you ask me how I could possible enjoy life without bacon in it, you need to understand that the smell of bacon makes me feel ill.

5.    I am a vegetarian. That’s right. ME. Not you, not my family, not my partner, not my friends. Their dietary choices are theirs to make. I do not want to influence them, or force them into changing their ways. I can enjoy a meal and their company at a table despite that fact that I am eating a different meal. It doesn’t make a difference.

6.    Yes, I understand that plants have feelings too. But plants don’t have a central nervous system. Besides, let’s be a little bit practical here. Remember that rational thought that’s in my head? That’s what kicks in. I need to food to survive. If I’m not going to eat animals, then my only other option is plants. So I’m going to eat plants.

But the most important this I wish people would remember is that this is MY choice that I’ve made for MYSELF. I’m not hurting anyone, or trying to influence anyone, so please just let me be.

Monday, December 29, 2014

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Earlier this year, I was lucky enough to win a voucher to dinner at 400 Gradi from Sweet Cherrie Pie. At the time, 400 Gradi had just been crowned as having the world's best margherita pizza, and as a result bookings were scarce, so it took us this long to use our prize.  Even months down the track, I had to make a reservation 3 weeks in advance for a Tuesday night, and the only slot they could give me was 8:15pm! I decided this was a good sign to indicate that the food should be good (because being deemed as having the world's best margherita is obviously not enough).

We arrived at 8:15pm on the dot, and the restaurant was packed! We hadn't anticipated this at all! We were quickly shown to our table, handed menus, offered drinks and we set out to make decisions on what we should order.

The menu offered all the standard Italian options, starting with antipasti, pizza, pasta, risotto, the more substantial meaty mains, and desserts. We settled on a couple of pizzas to share. The margherita was obviously the first choice, and for the second pizza, we decided on a pumpkin and rocket pizza.

The pizzas arrived in about 20 minutes, piping hot and with oozy cheese. We wasted no time in digging in, starting with the famous margherita.


Now I know I've already mentioned the margherita half a dozen times already, but let me assure you, it is worth every mention. I'm lucky enough to regularly have homemade woodfired pizzas which I thought were the best in the world, but the 400 Gradi pizza was even better than what I'm used to (let's hope there aren't any Russo's reading this!).

Let's start with the dough; it was bready without being too chewy, thin enough without being too crisp and it had the beautiful smokiness that the woodfired cooking process imparts. All a margherita has is sauce, basil and mozarella, so you'd think that there can't be much variation, but 400 Gradi had perfected each of these elements to create the perfect combination. The sauce was full of flavour, the basil was fresh and imparted a beautiful aroma and the fresh mozarella was soft and oozy, just the way I like it. I really can't express how delicious this pizza was, no amount of flowery language will do it justice.

After the margherita I wasn't sure if it was worth trying another pizza, after all, I had already hit the jackpot, but since when have I ever said no to food?!

The second pizza was lined with a white sauce, thinly sliced roast pumpkin, soft goats cheese, pine nuts, and dressed with rocket. I'm a big fan of fresh greens on a pizza post cooking, and the rocket worked beautifully with all the other ingredients. It made for a delicious pizza, but alas, for me, it didn't compare the the margherita.


After the pizzas we decided to indulge in some dessert. The menu was full of scrumptious options, so we did what any indecisive people would do, and ordered a tasting platter. The platter came with three different desserts, a honey pannacotta, a lemon tart and a nutella crepe.


The honey pannacotta was perfect, full of honey flavour and the right amount of wobble. The lemon curd in the lemon tart was also delicious, but the pastry was not the greatest. And the nutella crepe was great, but seemed a little less refined in comparison to the other two desserts.

The meal at 400 Gradi was definitely on the steep side, especially for pizza, but it was delicious. If you could ever imagine a fine dining pizza experience, 400 Gradi is it. And if you can't imagine it, get yourself to 400 Gradi, because it is an experience everyone should undergo.

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