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. Should I have expected anything different?
Probably not.
Author / Melanie
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. In a good way.
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 imagine your life without it?
For me
Well if you feel like pizza, just go out and get some, right?
I wish it were that easy.
My first trip to Australia was seven years ago, in 2005.
Back home in Canada, it could be said that one of our biggest food secrets is how they get the soft, creamy caramel inside the Caramilk bar.
When I hear the word “pie” I immediately think of apple, or blueberry, or strawberry rhubarb.
That’s a cookie for all you non-Australians. It’s short for biscuit.
