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After an incredibly long hiatus from the blogosphere, I’m letting you know I’m back, inspired by the resurgence of Fresh Bread and the emergence of my sister’s Canadian travel blog Maple Leaf Land.  I’ve been sadly remiss in blogging all of the wonderful meals I’ve had, work, life, blah, etc., but I figure if I keep it short and sweet (hehe – dessert!) it’ll be manageable. Without further ado…



This is definitely the most popular Pho spot in Melbourne: like every other pho destination from here to the Mekong delta, it has patrons spilling from the doors and knocking each other around with their elbows trying to get first dibs for the next free table… but the thing that sets it apart is that it has the reputation for the best pho around. Even the cute jibe on the front window about Bill Clinton eating there is a hint to its popularity: it’s a Melbourne institution.

So how does it rate?

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Where I’ve been

If you’re wondering where I’ve been recently, I’ve had a few months off to complete my professional certification. When I say ‘a few months off’ I mean, from everything – seeing friends, family, exercise, doing the washing, taking long baths with a glass of wine… that sort of thing. The result is that I’ve had to pick up the pieces of my life and sort of start to bring them all back together. Oh, and I got promoted. Yay!

But doesn’t mean I haven’t been eating. In fact, I’ve been eating out A LOT. So begins my series on some of the lunches I’ve been indulging in – from the very simple to the rather more lavish. Of course, there will also be a series of ‘celebratory luches’… but I’m thinking that might have to wait until I can actually fit back into my clothes again. Ha!


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meals from the Melbourne metropolis

Good Afternoon, dearest Reader.

When I was a little girl, I used to have to be coaxed to eat my food. I admit to hating cooked carrots (a la Christopher Robin) and later on, to avoiding assembling anything in the kitchen at all cost. Mainly because of the dishes factor. If I wasn’t a ‘winner’ (which, hey, if you had to eat as much food as the Russian side of the family put on your plate, you’d feel like a winner too if you actually finished), then I couldn’t have my ‘treats’ (usually something involving custard…delicious).

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