In keeping with my posts on pub food, I’m going to keep this one pretty simple.
Mountain View is a pretty huge complex of a pub (we sat up top, outside, where I’m guessing the view is) which serves your pretty stock-standard pub fare: schnitzels, steak sandwiches, burgers, parmas. Here is a version of the Parma – see the slather of cheese suffocating the poor chicken breast that is heinously large as to conjure an image of a giant chook which will haunt you in your dreams tonight:
I’ve been gunning to write this review for a while as I had such a lip smacking visit when we went. The Boy had been wanting to try this out for a while, all hidden up in the northern reaches of Richmond, but we kept on getting distracted on the only opening nights – Wednesday (from 5pm, tours from 6:30) and Friday (from 5pm). Even when you walk into the awesome warehouse space decked out with large tables and informal bar tables, you can’t get distracted from the brewery’s main purpose: beer. The boxes are stacked above the bar to a hair-raising height…
The night after my boyfriend’s memorable 25th surprise party, we banded together a group of 8 of us to walk down to Victoria Street for Sunday brunch before contemplating the horror that was the scene of the party crime.
T and his girlfriend S, as well as most of her housemates, have been many times to Quint and heralded it the local breakfast joint of choice for the cheap and easy breakfast. As you know, I’ve been to Victoria Street a lot recently for dinner, so I was interested to see how we’d fare searching for breakfast down there.
I have to say, I was disappointed.
Disappointed in the food, which was extremely mediocre. I ordered the ‘Atlantic’ to fulfil my need for scrambled eggs and salmon, coffee to wake the hell up. Disappointed in the service; S explained that she asks them every single time to cook her eggs longer and for a side of mushrooms which NEVER COME. Disappointed.
What do you do when you’re drunk of a Friday evening and need somewhere to go for deliciously rich Viet food? You come to Victoria Street. Once we’d confessed that we were only still learning the inroads of eating out in Richmond, the boy’s best mate and his girlfriend packed us up and shipped us off to Vietnam. I mean, Minh Minh.
I don’t think that I really appreciated how good the food is on offer down Victoria Street. I have had yet to try anything that hasn’t been, frankly, less than surprising (and less than $15 a meal). When you’ve gone and blown a wad of dough (heh, cooking pun) on drinks all afternoon (that is, on top of any free work drinks one may have already consumed) what you’re after is satisfying food for a good price.
And that’s what we got.
So it was a rushed date night a few weeks ago when the Boy and I needed to get a good, cheap meal and keep it quite local. We were tired, stressed and a little bit overwhelmed by all of the moving we’d been doing that week. I missed the old Thai date nights down in Moonee Ponds, so I suggested Thai… and I managed to pick a winner.
Ticha Thai is located a little further down Victoria Street, away from the busy strip. It wasn’t particularly busy for a Friday night, but it filled up as we were being served. One thing to note about coming here is that it is BYO, including beer. They don’t have anything on offer, but then again, Thai Iced Tea really does the trick (like a dessert and drink all in one… yum) so we didn’t miss out on much.
I’ve mentioned that the boy has recently moved to Richmond? Last weekend, in fact. Straight off the bat I mentioned it would give us an opportunity to go out and find nice breakfast and dinner places around the area. To counter this, he mentioned that it would give us an opportunity to explore all of the pubs and get hilariously drunk on a frequent basis.
That’s men for you.
Luckily when you’re far too lazy to be making bacon and eggs at home of a weekend (which would never happen at my house, although my Mum confesses to feeding my Dad this on a weekly basis) there are always breakfast options around. And they’re delicious.