Excuse the phone camera shots but our weekend in Melbourne was a whirlwind one, that could not be weighed down by my Digital SLR. We left home Saturday morning at 6am, drove the girls up to Sydney and dropped them off to Gma, drove to airport, flew down and arrived at 11.30, went to pre drinks at 12.30 and then lunch at 1pm. Sunday we left at 10.30am, flew in at 1.30 picked the girls up and then finally arrived back home at 5.00pm. Phew! We ate, drank, laughed, drank and ate some more…here are some snaps along the way.
Lunch was here and I couldn’t recommend it highly enough for a lovely long lunch. My bro in law (the birthday boy Chef) was friends with the head chef there so we were well looked after all afternoon. The food simple French Bistro but flipping delicious. Think charcuterie platters, pates, terrines, steak tartar, steak frittes, pork belly with lentils, roasted chicken, beef daube, little pots of mashed potato, apple tarte tartin and many glasses of crisp whites and light pinots. The perfect lunch. Parfait!
We then headed down the river for some fresh air and a few more cocktails. First stop some tiny little bar underneath one of the walkways over to the city. Grungy, cool and the perfect spot to freshen up.
Then we crossed over to the city for another cocktail (because that’s what we needed at this stage) to this place where they took cocktails quite seriously. It was teeny tiny teeny and perhaps a little too small for 8 of us but we had a delicious cocktail (where they even cut their own ice with little ice hack thingys) and were back on our way.
We headed back closer to our hotel for another cocktail (yes I was still standing) to this bar where we sat and people watched. There was some kind of fashion event on at Crown with all these women jazzed up. It was truly fascinating. And the cocktails? Delicious. Look at the huge block of ice in this one? And my favourite? A take on the bloody mary with beetroot juice instead of tomato. Amazing.
Things didn’t last too much longer – a 4.30am wake up will do that to a lady, so we retired back to our hotel room here where we had been upgraded to a suite (gotta love that) and rested my poor feet that were a little worse from wear from all that walking in those new boots.
Sunday morning saw us still awake at the normal 6.30am (damn those children!) but we spent a few hours relaxing, having baths, watching TV, reading magazines, having room service and admiring that view!
A few hours later we were back at the airport waiting to get back on the plane and home again. My poor feet, the boots are fabulous but maybe not the best trip to wear them in!
Now back to reality. To kids. To house work and a mountain of washing. And that’s alright by me! Cocktails and hotels and restaurants are a nice little taste but there really is no place like home. When it’s this home at least…