Pho dac biet at Pho Dzung

234 Russell St, CBD

So I have this theory that regardless of what size you order, you get the same amount of pho, in a different sized bowl. This medium bowl is kinda overflowing with greatness.

Turkish feast at Zara

168 Sydney Rd, Coburg.
Phone: 9384 1415

We got a little zealous, and this one should be posted to the all-eaten blog… wonderfully tasty, highly recommended.

Com tam suon bi trung at Pho Dzung

234 Russell St, CBD

It’s hard to go wrong with com tam (broken rice) and Pho Dzung certainly gets just about everything right. The pork chop was juicy and succulent, the bi (shredded pork/skin) was uber-fresh, and there was a goodly amount of pickled vegies on the plate. The egg was a touch over-cooked, but I do love a runny yolk, and l now I’m just being finicky. For $8.50, it’s almost the perfect lunch!

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The challenge

This is me half-way through eating a whole packet of tim tams (creme caramel sweet surrender) on my own, between lunch time and close of business today.

They’re probably too sweet.

The explanation

So I’ve been a sporadic blogger for about five years now. And I’ve been a lover of food for, oh, about 29 and a half years…

In any case, a sizeable amount of my life revolves around food, and I’m unashamedly passionate about it. I’m not sure I would classify myself as a ‘foodie’, because that seems to have certain connotations of food elitism about it, and while I do enjoy ‘fine food’, I can (all too) often be found drunk at 3am consuming cheeseburgers from McDonald’s, or a souvlaki from some joint which happens to be open at that hour.

So what’s my take on things, where’s my gimmick, what’s my bent? I’m not really a patient guy. And I’m a little forgetful. So while many of my friends are organised and dedicated documenters of the culinary arts, with their SLRs and attention to detail, I prefer to dig in and more often than not, the camera I’ll use will be in my phone, because who can be bothered carrying one more gadget these days, really? (If you’re a girl or a ‘metrosexual’ with and attendant bag, woo for you – me, I’m most often a pockets man.)

So here goes – expect sometimes poorly photographed photos of food which has already been attacked. Expect short, direct appraisals of the food. That’s what I’m about. For now, until I change my mind, anyway.