The Aussie Diaries - Melbourne Day 3
The day started bright and early with some bird-feeding enroute to the Dandenong Ranges for a ride on the Puffing Billy.
The old-school steam train chugs a scenic route from Belgrave to Gembrook, and while my view was often obstructed by swinging feet, the cold air and mystical forests surrounding the tracks had a very magical quality to them - I almost expected to see elves and toadstools.
Fall leaves shedding for winter.
To Fergusson's Winery for a spit roast lunch.
Never thought I'd say this, but Lawry's was better!
A stop at Domaine Chandon (what I reckon is the Australian arm of Moët & Chandon) for a glass of sparkling, and gorgeous views.
We wanted a piece of the quail at Rumi ever since we saw Anthony Bourdain polish it off in his show, and the eatery quite uncharacteristically did not have a website so we had to have C's Aussie friend make a reservation for us. Here we are, looking mighty pleased (albeit a tad tired from the early morning) to have arrived for our slice of Lebanese heaven.
Sigara boregi - filo pastry filled with three types of cheese. Yum!
Fresh fish 'nayeh', a sort of Lebanese fish tartar, served with crisp bread.
Freekeh, a grain dish I wasn't crazy about to have at our table, but the Bulgarian feta and pomegranate vinaigrette cut nicely through what I feel is an otherwise unnecessary order.
Here's the BBQ quail kebab that started the Rumi obsession. Good with the accompanying barberry sauce and pistachios but...
This grilled lamb tongue was a clear winner in my honest opinion. Rich, almost reminiscent of foie gras, salty and nicely charred... I would have ordered another plate if I were any less stuffed.
A tad too sweet, but an otherwise appropriate sweet ending to a Middle Eastern meal no?
Fall leaves shedding for winter.
To Fergusson's Winery for a spit roast lunch.
Never thought I'd say this, but Lawry's was better!
A stop at Domaine Chandon (what I reckon is the Australian arm of Moët & Chandon) for a glass of sparkling, and gorgeous views.
We wanted a piece of the quail at Rumi ever since we saw Anthony Bourdain polish it off in his show, and the eatery quite uncharacteristically did not have a website so we had to have C's Aussie friend make a reservation for us. Here we are, looking mighty pleased (albeit a tad tired from the early morning) to have arrived for our slice of Lebanese heaven.
Sigara boregi - filo pastry filled with three types of cheese. Yum!
Fresh fish 'nayeh', a sort of Lebanese fish tartar, served with crisp bread.
Freekeh, a grain dish I wasn't crazy about to have at our table, but the Bulgarian feta and pomegranate vinaigrette cut nicely through what I feel is an otherwise unnecessary order.
Here's the BBQ quail kebab that started the Rumi obsession. Good with the accompanying barberry sauce and pistachios but...
This grilled lamb tongue was a clear winner in my honest opinion. Rich, almost reminiscent of foie gras, salty and nicely charred... I would have ordered another plate if I were any less stuffed.
A tad too sweet, but an otherwise appropriate sweet ending to a Middle Eastern meal no?
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