An extensive wine list poses its own set of challenges, but B.Y.O., with the freedom of choice those three little letters imply, is practically impossible. Or at least it is when the food on the menu doesn’t impose certain restrictions

I was going to open this review with a few words about Mirka Mora, the artist whose whimsical cherubs and mythological creatures adorn the walls of the restaurant bearing her name, but given the extent to which she and her

I have a friend, a former workmate who makes it his business to visit every Asian restaurant in Melbourne, who is forever lamenting what he perceives to be the city’s paucity of good Thai restaurants. Melbourne’s Thai food, my friend

“Food is family, family is life, life is everything.” – George Calombaris I had been excited about visiting The Press Club before I saw George Calombaris cook prosciutto-wrapped gorgonzola cannelloni on Ready, Steady Cook, that wonderful daytime cooking show hosted

Enoteca Sileno was not what I had expected; I had, for some reason, expected less. (The moral of the story is to do your research.) Some decent bread and a hearty pork sausage risotto. An antipasto platter and a bowl

I didn’t have any trouble getting a booking at Tempura Hajime, though I very nearly could have done. The morning after we made our booking, John Lethlean’s review appeared in The Age and, with all the force of a small

The Moroccan Soup Bar isn’t really a bar, and I’ve never seen anyone eating soup there. Nevertheless, with its verbal menu and widely lauded chickpea bake, it remains one of my girlfriend’s favourite places to eat and a sentimental favourite