Came across the monster production machine that is Masterchef on Lygon St this morning after our Saturday swim.
This is Melbourne’s Italy – like Italy but shinier (shinier Vespas, shinier Fiat 500s). Everything is effusively tasty but without the patina of age and the arcadian light.
We didn’t linger long enough to see the heat of the competition but obviously there are lovely Mama chefs involved.
Should put a plug in for our regular cafe – Seasons Provedore which is where we wait for Dance class to finish – (it’s tough going I know).
We’ve been going here since it first opened as the owners are so lovely & the breakfast is so good – of course I haven’t ever taken any photos here, so have borrowed one from Coffee House Chess’ blog