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Babka Bakery Cafe

How often is it that food makes you weep? … No? Just me?

It was a Sunday morning when I said I would cook eggs on toast and be done with it, but the thought of foraging for the ingredients and going out to buy fresh bread – let alone the cook up – was like adding a jackhammer to the pounding in my brain. Good times were had with my boyfriend’s youngest sister turning 18 – but I think I’m going to stick with adult drinks from now on. Like coffee. That was an absolute godsend and up there with one of the better breakfast cups of Joe that I have had recently.

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Borsch, Vodka & Tears

Wednesday night is the night if you’ve decided you want a full-blown taste of Poland: Polish blintzes, dumplings, vodka flowing and live music.  As soon as you step foot inside this restaurant you’re in another world: dark and moody (like a good rye bread) and brimming with the smells of freshly cooked comfort food, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d just stepped out of a snowy Krakow streetscape and into the bowels of a warm, cozy den where the food is served by your Babushka…

This is one of my favourite restaurants in Melbourne. It’s not a cheap night out (especially when you have a voracious appetite for all things Eastern European, most notably the vodka) but you can reasonably expect to walk out of here absolutely stuffed to the gunnels. And that’s precisely what your Babushka wants. (I know fattening me up is one of the key goals of mine).

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