My contribution to World Nutella Day is definitely more modest than last year’s effort.
Little Collins St.
Oxford St., Collingwood; Melbourne.
In spite of my atrocious (I’m being a bit dramatic here) experience in Lygon St., I refused to let it stop me.
8 pm Monday night, Carlton, VIC.
When I round the corner, D.O.C. is chock-a-block inside with a line up around the side of the building.
Slippery buttery brioche lightly toasted on the grill. Juicy patty, topped just right, and motherf*&^-ing spicy mayo dripping through my fingers and down my arm.
Do you ever find in life that it’s sometimes hard to pinpoint the exact moment something or someone entered your life and changed it for the better? And yet, you can’t