I find myself over the last few days, especially after coming back from a hot and sweaty trip in Brisbane, lamenting and bitching whenever i can about the fact that i will miss Melbourne and it is far superior in every corner of my book; the food, the coffee, the layout of the city, the public transport and the weather. I am surprised that the Wife hasn't shut me up and allowed me to tell the same story to the different people we have been going out with.
While Melbourne has not treated me as well as it should be i.e. did not give me a job, i have to admit that i still fell in love with the place over the course of the two months i was here. The amount of good food and quality restaurants that Melbourne is known for, the coffee culture that is so evident, the nicely flat and squared layout of the CBD, there is the tram for short distance trips and lastly the chilly weather. Give me a jacket to wear anytime than to sweat it out in short pants.
In any case, due to budget restraints (did anyone tell you, never break a lease and how expensive it can be?), i will be back in Melbourne very soon to experience the hatted restaurants that in the end were out of my reach this time around.
Enough of rambling, i still look forward to settling down in Brisbane and as a consolation, Matt Moran has a restaurant there!
Something more humble for today's post though are the pies we had at Mount Dandenong, awhile ago.
As you can see, its not exactly humble pie, with 11 Gold Medals in their bag. Unfortunately, if you read properly on their menu, their last medal won was in 2003, 7 years ago, a thing of the past?
Literally Pie in the Sky as it is situated up in the Mountain, the place is a bit of a tourist spot with pies and devonshire tea places.
Go through their list of pies and you see that it has a very heavy asian influence, with beef korma, rendang, curry and etc. When it comes to pies, i don't fancy all the funny kinds, my standard will always be a good old, steak pie with kidney or a chicken mushroom pie.
Pies can be eaten in, plain as it is, with a few strands of alfafa. In the end, we had the beef burgundy, the steak and kidney pie and a guinness beef pie.
They also serve their pies with a variety of sides, including the famous pie floater (with pea soup) or the more safer choices of mash and pies or fries. However even if you are desperate for some mash, avoid it all cost. The bite that i took, there was no hint of potato in the mash, it tasted like potato starch cooked with hot water. We looked around and every table had their mash untouched, how thick skin can the chef be?
As you can see, the pies were rather dried out inside as well and if you are up for trying it, order with some brown sauce so its easier to eat. The flavours were alright, the guinness had a hint of stout in the sauce while the other two were more homogeneous.
I have heard so much about it before coming and it looked like a case of past glory and ultimately nothing but a tourist spot. The pastry was alright but i couldn't get through the fact that it was so dry inside and they could serve such horrible mash.
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Verdict: 2.5 stars out of 5 stars. Not worth the drive i say but the scenery and the tea (elsewhere) makes up for it and i suppose if you really want to try for yourselves, you can take away at a cheaper price but you can't eat it at their compound.