Mrs. Parmas has been open for almost a decade, but it still surprises me as to how many people haven't heard of it. That's probably a good thing given that it is still so busy and it can be tough to get a booking, forget about just wandering in and assuming there is a table free.

With a month's notice, catching up with a friend from interstate, we decide to book a table for a Wednesday night for dinner. I was excited all day for my parma, and even skimped on lunch to make sure I had enough stomach space. The parmas at Mrs. Parmas are not only delicious, they are extremely generous. The parma takes up the full plate and the sides are actually served separately in communal bowls for the table.

Vegetarians need not fear here because the parmas come in three variants - eggplant, chicken and veal. Infact there is a sign above the bar that talks about the first parmigiana being made from eggplant! Us vegetarians are the ones eating the real parma! There are also about fifteen different toppings plus a special, which means there are forty eight different parmas to be tasted! Almost one for every week of the year!

I usually go for the tandoori eggplant parma, but on this occasion I decided to branch out and have the mushroom parma. Like all my choices at Mrs. Parmas, I wasn't disappointed. There was big slices of field mushrooms, lots of sauce and cheese and that soft creamy eggplant as the vehicle.

The chips were also delicious, well cooked and seasoned with oodles of chicken salt. And before you jump on my case, yes a vegetarian can eat chicken salt, its full of apparent chicken chemical goodness. The salad, however, is not great. It is dressed with what tastes like average supermarket dressing and there is way too much of it. If you were keen on salad, it might be worth asking if you could have it without the dressing.

The other bonus of Mrs. Parmas is the beer list. It is extensive to say the least. The taps rotate regularly and they always have local Victorian microbrewery beer, most of the time with stuff you haven’t tasted before. They also sell by the bottle, but when the taps are so good, there really is no need to look at the bottle list. There is wine and cider too, for those that way inclined.

You don’t go to Mrs. Parmas for the ambience, infact the venue is a cross between an RSL and a pub. And you also don’t go there for a long, drawn out meal, because for most bookings they will ask you to vacate your table after 1.5 hours (that’s how busy they are)! But you do go there for an amazing parma and some great beer. If you do want to keep going into the night then move on to another venue, it is Melbourne after all and there are no shortage of spots!

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Breakfast is usually a meal where cafes quite easily cater for vegetarians, but Red Robyn in Camberwell takes it one step further and caters for gluten intolerance, lactose intolerance, FODMAP diets, fructose friendly diets, nut allergies and every other kind of dietary requirements can you can think of. However don’t let this fool you into thinking that taste is compromised. I am a firm believer that gluten makes everything taste better but the team at Red Robyn have managed to break my pattern of thinking.

I picked Red Robyn on a public holiday morning whilst browsing Zomato to find a breakfast haunt. On a side note, how cool is Zomato?! It took me a while to adjust from Urbanspoon, but I am loving it now! Anyway, Red Robyn ticked all the boxes for me, it had an interesting menu, it was reasonably close by, and it seemed to receive mostly positive reviews. It definitely looked like a good place to try.

We arrived for a late breakfast at about 10:30am, and the cafe was bustling. Clearly we aren’t the only ones who feel that public holidays are for breakfasting out. There were no individual tables free so we were seated on a communal table and handed some menus. What struck me as most thoughtful was how clearly the menu was labelled. Every dish was clearly marked with which dietary requirements it was suitable for, or could be adapted for. The entire menu was gluten free, meaning that coeliacs could eat there without any concerns, and even things like sesame allergies were marked. Whilst I don’t have any medical dietary requirements, I certainly appreciated the effort that had been made to make sure everyone was catered for.

Our coffees arrived fairly promptly. As usual I ordered a latte. The coffee was pleasant, but nothing special. I think I am spoilt for coffee these days, being the proud new owner of a coffee grinder and a machinetta, so not many cafes will be able to impress me anymore. Nevertheless, it was certainly not offensive, and I drank it happily whilst waiting for the meal and trying to complete the substandard cryptic crossword in the Herald Sun.

Our meals arrived fairly soon after, although I think the cafe staff thought we had to wait too long because they offered us multiple apologies. To be honest, we were in no rush, so really weren’t phased but it was nice that the staff cared.

I had ordered my traditional choice, the corn fritters, but to my surprise, these fritters looked like nothing I had ordered before. There were three large ball shaped fritters that were slightly larger than golf balls, and they looks crisp and crunchy from the outset. They were set on a bed of avocado puree, tomato salsa, a quinoa and capsicum salad and dressed with chilli jam and lots of snow pea tendrils. Yes, this dish was already a winner and I hadn’t even tasted it.

I cut into one of the fritters and the first thing that hit me visually was how many whole corn kernels there were! The fritters were full of real corn! I tasted a piece and was blown away! The fritters were made with smoked corn, so there was a wonderfully smoky flavour which dominated over the sweetness of the corn and together they made a deep and rich flavour explosion in my mouth! The avocado was beautifully smooth and creamy, and the tomato salsa was well seasoned and packed a punch. What surprised me was the quinoa and capsicum salad. I wasn’t sure how quinoa would work with deep fried fritters, or whether I should mix it with the tomato salsa so that it didn’t become too heavy, but surprisingly it worked perfectly. The chilli jam also had a good tang (but I still think the jam at Spilt Milk is better!).

The other half had the sweet potato rosti with pork belly. He said the crackling of the pork belly was a bit burnt, and the centre was deliciously fatty. I don’t think he was as excited by his dish as I was by mine, but he said he still enjoyed it. I was kind enough to let him taste some of my fritters and he was sure that I had definitely won dish of the day.



The menu at Red Robyn changes with the seasons, focusing on seasonal produce, so I would love to come back and see what else they offer. The staff are friendly, the atmosphere is warm, and they make everybody feel welcome, even if you are a gluten and lactose intolerant vegetarian.

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A vegetarian visiting a steak house is rarely going to lead to glowing reviews, but I went to Steak Ministry determined to give it a fair go. As per usual, I had spent time perusing the menu, and thoroughly familiarised myself with the one vegetarian option on the menu. I may be sound a little sarcastic, but honestly, I’m not trying to be. I definitely didn’t expect multiple vegetarian options on a steak house menu, besides, the one option that they did have sounded pretty delicious, so off I went on a Monday night to pop my steak house cherry.

Our booking was for 7:30pm, and being the eagerlings (or rather hungrylings) that we are, we arrived at about 7:20pm. The restaurant was surprisingly busy for a Monday night, almost three quarters full, and both the floor and kitchen were bustling with staff. We were seated almost immediately, handed our menus, and told that someone would be around shortly to take our order.

Fast forward about 15 minutes, and we were still waiting. Finally someone came around, but all they did was take our drinks order and walk away. It took another 20 minutes for our drinks to arrive and then the waiter was finally happy to take our meal order. I ordered the vegetarian option that I had thoroughly studied from the menu, and the other half ordered a steak, obviously. It was now 7:55pm.

Credit where credit is due, almost immediately after our order was taken, two pieces of bread and some oil were placed on our table. I was starving, so I probably could have wolfed down a whole loaf, but two pieces for two people was going to have to do. I’m always a sucker for good bread, and this was a decent sort. I just wish there was more. Almost as soon as we were chewing the last of the bread, our board was whisked away, almost as a reminder that prompt service was available when they wanted to offer it. And then we were back to waiting.

Our meals didn’t arrive until 8:45pm. Yes, you read that correctly, we waited for one hour and twenty five minutes for our meals. By this time I was pretty hangry, and ready to inhale my plate. My chosen dish was deep fried stuffed zucchini flowers with quinoa and ricotta, roasted pumpkin puree and chilli chocolate sauce. It sounded like an interesting dish and I was excited to eat it. I cut into the first zucchini flower, and there was a definitely crunch, indicating a crisp batter. Unfortunately that’s where they excitement ended. The stuffing was rather bland. When someone says there is a quinoa and ricotta stuffing, I assume that there also will be herbs, spices, seasoning and other flavour inducing elements. Perhaps I shouldn’t be so presumptuous. The two or three little dollops pumpkin puree were equally bland, and I really could taste any sign that they had been roasted. There were some thin slices of heirloom beetroot and microherbs to garnish the dish that did little to enhance the flavour. And the chocolate chilli sauce which I had been apprehensive about (I am not a chilli chocolate fan) was just a bizarre way to attempt to tie the dish together. Overall, the dish looked beautiful but really didn’t work for me.

The other half ordered a medium rare steak with mushroom sauce. When you go to a steak house, it really is fair to expect a perfect steak, after all, that’s what they advertise themselves for. So imagine his disappointment when he discovered that his medium rare steak was more medium than medium rare. The mushroom sauce was also very watery and could have done with a lot more reduction. When the steak was served, the waitress asked if he would like some mustard with his meal, because apparently the mustard goes very well with the meat. He said yes, but in another nod to the super efficient service, the steak was consumed, the plates were cleared, and yet the mustard never arrived.

The highlight of the meal was the onion rings. We decided to order something other than the usual side of chips, and so we chose onion rings. These were delicious! Crispy, full of flavour and so morish. They were served with an amazing smoked garlic mayonnaise. Unfortunately there was only about twelve onion rings and 2 blobs of mayonnaise. At $9, I would have wanted at least thirty onion rings and a sauce bowl full of the mayonnaise.

Overall our experience at Steak Ministry was pretty underwhelming. Waiting almost an hour and a half for some pretty average meals is really not my thing, and it is unlikely that we will be back. I’m sure there are other steak houses, with a vegetarian option on the menu, that we can visit when the other half needs his steak fix.

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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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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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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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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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