Sunday, 16 October 2011
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Division Six: Get in. Get full. Get out.
Division Six:Get in. Get full. Get out.
My name is Division 6. I get in. I get full. I get out. Hope you enjoy my posts on the places I visit and the food I eat...
Division Six went to...
Booth Cafe
Cafe Vue
Chiba
Cumulus Inc
Cumulus Inc 2
Cutler & Co A la Carte
Fenix
Flower Drum
French Brasserie
Giuseppe Arnaldo & Sons
Gold Leaf
Golden Fields
Grain Asia
Grossi Florentino Cellar Bar
Grossi Florentino Grill
Grossi Florentino Grill (Return visit)
Hako
Horoki
Il Nostro Posto
Il Tempo
Ito
Izakaya Den
Izakaya Chuji
J Pub Shogun
J-Pub Shogun 2
JG Dumplings
Kentucky Fried Chicken
Little Press
Maha Bar & Grill
Mama Sita
Maze(Gordon Ramsay's)
McDonalds'
Movida Next Door
Nam Giao
Nobu
Petaling Street
Philippe Mouchel's Brasserie
Pho 888
Queen Victoria Market
Rockpool Bar and Grill (The Bar)
Rockpool Bar and Grill (A La Carte)
Shiranui
Solarino's
Spiga
Supper Inn
Taipan
Yami Yami
Zest 89 -
Golden Fields - Three visits and counting
Golden Fields - Three visits and counting
Golden Fields just opened just a few months back, earlier this year I think in about March or May?
But wow, say what you want - I am pretty much addicted to A-Mac's (Chef Andrew McConnell) new establishment in the middle of St Kilda. Is there anything that A-Mac CAN'T DO? The guy is like a magician with all this gastronomic wizardly up his fucking sleeve.
This review of Golden Fields that is appearing before your very eyes is actually a compilation of my last three visits to A-Mac's St Kilda hideout. I can keep going to this place and seriously, I hope it never closes. Right now, it is up there in my top 10 favorite places to eat.
First time I went, was with my younger brother, second one, was with three friends, S, C & I (who happens to live in St Kilda). Third was with a female friend who really wanted to check the place out but had already eaten a very late brekky so we didn't order much...
Golden Fields seems to be a reflection of who A-Mac is. The dude seems pretty quiet and private - when I spotted him speaking with his staff at Cumulus Inc and Cutler & Co, and also when he went onto Masterchef to get the contestants Rachel Finch and Eamon Sullivan to replicate his salt-dough-crust roasted chicken with hay (yes HAY!) dish. Like Cutler & Co, you can just walk past it without knowing it was there for faaaaark's sake. Just glass windows (like Cutler & Co and Cumulus Inc) and a couple of benches out the front. A small black logo sign is on the front glass door (which is very very difficult to see hahahaha) that says Golden Fields. And yes, this joint planted firmly in Fitzroy St in St Kilda really is gold.
On the first occasion, my brother and I were led to our seats at the bar counter, in full view of the kitchen staff - just like Cumulus Inc. The breakfast session was wrapping up and all personnel were prepping up for the busy lunch period. We ordered some powerful Espresso shots, which gave us quite a bit of a nasty kick to stay awake. I'd gotten home at 3am, after an "interesting" night out at KBox karaoke - but that's another story.
The staff were quite knowledgeable, polite and professional - I recognised a couple from my trips to Cumulus Inc, and now they'd crossed south of the Yarra river to help their boss on his new Asian-influenced adventure. They knew what dishes Golden Fields served back to front, like A+ students with their knowledge of the periodic table in Chemistry class.
With Golden Fields having an Asian influence - Japan, China, Hong Kong, Korea, and possibly Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore, we had sake! They have quite a few Asian drinks on offer with the various beers, rice wines, plum wines etc. Go for it you alcoholics!
As an appetiser, we were given roasted soy bean seeds. These were salty, nutty and came with a smoky fragrance. And they were fresh off a roasting pan too - warm they were bitch!
The first thing we requested, was the fresh sea urchin, flat bread, crisp lardo and escabeche. The flat bread tasted like a less saltier version of the Dorito Corn Chip, whilst the fresh sea urchin brought a taste of the ocean in a grainy puree form to my frigging tastebuds. Delicious damn it!
For a bit of beef, we fucking demanded (hahaha ok, we were polite really) the Grass fed black Angus, Egg Yolk, Kimchi puree, Crudite dish. This was A-Mac's Korean take on the steak tartare and boy was it awesome!
You mixed up the crudite, Angus-beef, egg and popped it onto a bit of cabbage or cucumber, which made for a refreshingly lovely taste. The cabbage or cucumber sticks neutralised the spiciness of the Kim-chee marinated angus beef. Look at the pic below to see how it's eaten you pricks! Hahaha.
We had the school prawns with pork scratchings straight after the kim-cheed beef. Wow, the prawns were like deep fried soft-shell crab. You popped the deep fried prawns shell and all into you mouth and start munching on the prickly and sharp sons of bitches. Like soft shell crab, crunchy - yes for the final time you can eat the shell! But be careful, SHARP! The pork scratchings were similar to as if you got a strip of bacon, fried it, and then dried it and stuck it in the oven and dehydrated it. Mmm mmm heart attack food! Want some sourness? Then squeeze some lemon over it you dodos!
Each time I came here, my companions and I would order the New England Lobster Roll. Sweet buttered up bread rolls with a squirt of Japanese Kewpie (type of Japanese Mayonnaise but better) sandwiching a small chunk of fresh lobster. It basically tastes like the McDonald's Filet O Fish asked a sweet bun from Breadtop (Chinese bakery and sweets franchise you can find in any suburb in Melbourne) and a lobster to have a quick fuck and voila bitch - the New England Lobster Roll. It was something that was raved about in the Melbourne Food Blogging world - nice, but to me it was alright. Just a Filet O Fish/Breadtop Roll with slightly more luxurious ingredients.
For a quick catchup session I had with a lady friend who'd had a big-arsed breakfast, we went light and ordered the Kingfish Sashimi with Seaweed, Wasabi and Avocado. The waitress said they didn't have any Duckfish on the day, so they brought some Kingfish as substitute, but nevertheless, this was an awesome dish bitch! The citrus marinated Kingfish, light soy and mirin dressing, seaweed sprinkles and avocado and wasabi puree was a fantastic feeling on my touch - sour, sweet and some saltiness from the soy and mirin dressing. Man another one of those dishes I can eat for the rest of my fucking life!
For one of the mains when I was with my friend's S, I & C, we ordered the Roasted Pork Strap. The skin was absolutely astonishingly brilliantly crunchy and also salty. And the pork flesh succulently tasty. Enough said biatch. Oh and there was some left over, which we took home in doggy bags hahahaha.
Now here's the dish that will divide those who are of Chinese or Vietnamese descent like myself. It is A-Mac's Rustic Pork dumplings. It's similar to those Roast Pork Buns that they sell out in the suburbs with a large Asian populaton, except better ingredients, and the bun isn't as soggy. The pork is definitely pork belly and you dip in it a moderately sour and mildly spicy red vinegar and chilli oil sauce. Beautiful. Most of my friends and my friends would be what the titty fuck? I can make that! Bullshit *cough cough* I think you mean you can buy it for a cheaper price in Springvale or Footscray or Chinatown you criticising jackarse! Hahaha. Oh well, to each their own.
Here's one of my personal faves - the Chicken and Cucumber Salad with House-made rice noodles and Szechuan Chilli Oil. What is it that A-Mac does to his chicken? It tastes so fantastically yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy!!!!!! And combined with the Szechuan Chilli Oil, flat-as-a-pancake-house-made rice noodles and finely julienned cucumber salad it made for a spicy, yet succulently, yummy, delicious (OK all the fucking adjectives that represent great taste in a Thesaurus damn it!) experience. Mix the ingredients all together and stick the motherfuckers into your mouth and enjoy bitch!
Dessert on one occasion was baked Meringue with Lychee, Vanilla and Rose sorbet and aloe vera. Fantastic, refreshing and fruitty! Mmmmmmmmm.
My friend, I, ordered fresh Mangosteens - Sweet and tangy - they tasted like lychees but with the sting of a lemon or lime. Beautiful.
And lastly, on my most recent visit here with the friend who pretty much just had the Kingfish and only a tiny bit of the Chicken Cucumber salad - we both had the Peanut Butter Parfait with Chocolate Ice Cream and Salted Caramel.

Don't be fooled, it's actually a small dish. The dish is the size of those similar to the little restaurant plates that hold butter. As tiny and petite as it is, this dish packs quite a chocolatey punch for dessert. I think I shall call it the Mr T Snickers dessert - because it tastes almost exactly like they reverse engineered the Mars Snickers bar, turned the nougat and chocolate into a cube of peanuty nougat ice cream and a blob of chocolate icream and dripping down to the bottom of the dish is a salted caramel river-slash-waterfall. Hrmmm talking about it makes me crave a Snickers bar mmmmmmm. For those who missed out on Phillipa Sibley's "Snickers" dessert - which was sold at her then Cafe/Patisserie Il Fornaio and appeared on Masterchef (I am one of those poor souls who missed out - Sibley left the Cafe for her own thing) - fear not, because apparently A-Mac's Snickers shown above is pretty similar according to those who've tried both!!!!
Golden Fields - there you have it. Go go go! -
Cutler & Co - A la Carte
Cutler & Co - A la Carte
Is Andrew McConnell the best chef in Australia?
I'll answer that with a big, loud, biased "Fuck yeah!".
Sorry for the swearing, but hey, that's who I am. And secondly, having not gone up to NSW to try any of the Marque or Tetsuya's or Quay it is a pretty damned biased call on my part. Anyway, back to Andrew McConnell. Everything the guy has done seems to have turned to gold. Cumulus Inc, now Cutler & Co (oops I just spoiled it for you by describing it as gold!) and Golden Fields.
Cutler & Co, this fine dining venture of A-Mac's is located on Gertrude St Fitzroy just a quick 5 to 10 minute walk from eastern side of Melbourne. And yes, it is relatively unmarked so you can easily miss it! In small black letters on the window it says "Cutler & Co"...
On a warm March evening earlier this year, I headed out to Cutler & Co with some friends straight after work - a couple of which are regular bloggers. As I got there first (hahahah I got brought up by parents and Primary & High School teachers who brainwashed me into being punctual - unlike most other people) I casually ordered myself a good old refreshing Gin & Tonic...
I'm have absolutely no fucking idea what gives Andrew McConnell his creatively brilliant spark to his food and drink, but this quirky method of serving a Gin and Tonic definitely won me over...
A shot of Tanqueray Gin with a wedge of lemon and some ice in a glass, with a stirring pole and a beaker of Tonic water. A throwback to High School Chemistry days whoa!
Soon as my companions rocked up we were seated by the lovely Maitre'd (seriously haven't met such a lovely Maitre'd since Flower Drum's - who I think is actually the son of one of the owner's of Flower Drum). I must add that both the Flower Drum & Cutler Maitre'ds are the most wonderful ones I've experienced in my short period of er, munching out.
First up, was the Poached Chicken with Foie Gra Parfait, Quinoa & Prune. And boy was I not disappointed.
A-Mac must be a wizard or something. Whatever it is, the chicken his restaurants serve all have a nice tender and succulent (overused adjectives heh) taste that (melts, dissolves) in a light sea-watery way. It's not overly salty in terms of taste, it's just... perfect. The foie gras, prune and nutty quinoa blended (fuck another shit adjective) fantastically (seriously my English vocabulary sucks balls) with the chicken titties (hrmmm I should make this an X-Rated blog). Beautiful taste, but pure snobbery on a plate - foie gras.
After the lovely dish that was the chicken, we had the light potato soup with Hervey Bay scallops. The scallops were tender and slightly smoky, having been seared briefly before being popped onto the plate. The potato soup however, was a tad light and watery. Still had a slightly creamy potato taste but it was quite light and watery. It was a credit, I'll give it a 6 outta 10...
Wagyu Beef Tartare with Ortiz Anchovy. It was alright. Lovely and juicy the small thin slices of wagyu beef tartare fucked around well with the anchovies and sour cream.
Cured Kingfish, Octopus and Fresh Wasabi. A bit of Eastern Asia meets Cumulus Inc. This was a fuck-I-need-a-fucking-thesaurus type of dish. It was good. But all I can do is put a statistic next to it. 8 outta 10. If only the portions were larger because I could eat this for breakfast lunch and dinner! The Kingfish sashimi was cured for a short period and possibly marinated with either one of lemon or lime to give it a sour fruitty sting, the octopus tender and citrusy, combining well with the wasabi like those Japanese robots in anime cartoons.
The Heirloom Tomatoes, House Made Ricotta, Brik Pastry & White Balsamic brought a bit of Greece and Italy to Cutler & Co. It appeared to be more of a Grossi or Press Club type dish, it was alright... I am not really a vegetable person but it was aiiiiiiight bitches (chill y'all feminists hahahaha).
The slowcooked John Dory (that's a fish dummies - remember that Dory from the PiXar animation "Finding Nemo?) with Pommes Anna (that golden brown rectangular prism sitting next to that upturned-umbrella like mushroom)... Mmmmm-mmmm motherfucker (sorry). The John Dory fillet at first looked like a big-arsed piece of crumbed and panfried Chicken titties (my way of saying Chicken-breast, my friends) but it felt apart and broke down in my mouth whoa without a bit of nasty fishiness! The Pommes Anna was similar to deep-frying a block of potato. Except it was a bit more delicate - A-Mac's kitchen crew finely sliced thin rectangular sheets of potato and stacked them together to form a block before immersing them in boiling hot burning nasty oil! A classy snobby version of Fish & Chips I must say, but beautiful!
Rib Eye steak. This was to share. OK, some fucking arguments will be started here. I'm not going to be the instigator, but personally this was one of the better steaks I have had. It had that all-round perfect combination of some charring, some fat, succulent-ness, juicy-ness, meaty-proteiny-bloody taste. Cooked just right for me - medium rare. Yummo bitch. Even looking at it now I can imagine the charred fatty cow bouncing around with slightly cooked juicy blood swirling around my teeth and gums. Oh shut the fuck up. Yes I know you love Squires Loft, I know you love Rockpool's steaks. Now, go fuck yourself you armchair critics who do nothing but criticise. Geesh gotta love those who criticise and act as though nothing's ever good for them NOT.
Lychee Sorbet with Rose, Meringue, Lychee, Lemon Sorbet.... wow. Wonderfully presented, this was the ideal dessert for a dry, warm March evening. It was refreshingly fruitty. The Lychee and Lemon Sorbets meshed quite successfully with the lychee and lemon meringues. Unbelievable. I prefer fruit sorbets now over ice cream and chocolatey desserts. They don't leave me with that bloated and shitty sticky feeling in my throat (no dirty thoughts please).
The chocolate ice-cream sandwich was what my friend ordered - it was lovely. The sandwich itself was nice and crumbly... sandwiched between a blob of what looked like something that came out of South Park but tasted like rich dark chocolate and a small pond of thick salted caramel syrup. Divine? Pffft. Fucking good.
We all left satisfied, duh!
Next time, Cutler & Co Degustation (the review that is). Oh wait I think I'll do Golden Fields first?
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
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Bratwurst @ The Queen Victoria Market
Bratwurst @ The Queen Victoria Market
Anthony Bourdain you bastard.
You know my hometown better than I do.
Fuck!
Having seen Bourdain's "No Reservations" episode of Melbourne's food, I got the fucking urge to go to the Queen Victoria Market's Bratwurst stand.
Son of a bitch, Tony Bourdain got it right. It was beautiful.
For $7.50, you get a Bratwurst sausage and roll. Extra stuff like sauerkraut and onions cost $1 more. Sauces such as mustard and ketchup are free, just walk over to where the sauce tanks and napkin dispensers are and squirt all the sauce you want onto your bratwurst roll. Then shove the grainy meaty bastard into your mouth and enjoy the tangy sauerkraut and spicy juicy meaty sensations jump up and down on your tongue. -
Movida Next Door
Movida Next Door
The Spaniards.
I don't know enough about Spain. I just know they speak Spanish over there.
They won the World Cup of Football last year.
And it is home of Real Madrid and Barcelona, two of the best football teams in the world.
Oh yeah, it's also the name of some guy named Ferran Adria (Google it bitch!)...
And yes, the Spanish sure know how to eat my friends!
Movida Next Door, a bar situated on the corner of Hosier Lane & Flinders St Melbourne. It's not just any bar.
No sir. Most other bars in Melbourne serve nothing but drinks. And if you're lucky some food. Usually chips or wedges or if they serve mains, the usual Chicken Parmas and Steaks and stuff like that.
Movida Next Door on the other hand. One word. Spanish Delights bitches. OK fine that was three words. Anyways lets get on with the show now shall we???
The Spaniards, from my first experience are very very good with meaty, grilled & BBQ dishes.
Just the way I like it. That's right, keep burning them chickens, cows and pigs amigos. Burn those farm-raised motherfuckers! Mmm-mmm!
The first thing I ordered, was the Pollo. That's Spanish for Chicken.
Marinated with whatever the fuck the Spanish use, and nicely seared and flame grilled over fiery coals.
The succulent chicken was juicy and smokey. Full of that chickeny goodness. To be honest I prefer Yakitori Chicken skewers that you find at a Japanese Izakaya, but hell the Spanish sure know how to BBQ chicken.
Next up was Mojama - air cured tuna with gazpacho jelly and almonds. This was, let me think, I'm struggling to find the right word, er, delicious. Hrmm, delicious isn't the right word. It was better than delicious!!! The tuna had been air cured to the point where it resembled ham or bacon or prosciutto. But in reality, it was the seafood version of the dish I am going to talk about next! The paper thin slices of tuna (the flavour of the tuna was just right, in a natural sea salt briny taste) reacted quite well with the juicy tomatoey gazpacho jelly and crispy nutty almonts. Pity I wanted more.
Paletilla Iberico de Belotta. Spanish Iberico Ham. Front leg, aged 24 months.
This was what I came to Movida for, after seeing Anthony Bourdain's Madrid Episode of his hit show "No Reservations" which my younger brother showed me on Youtube.
The ham is made from a pig which is allowed to roam around some plains and fed acorns and cured for a few years (poor fuckers - but who cares, I get to eat them fat porky bastards mmm-mmm). The slices of Iberico Jamon were beautiful - although Anthony Bourdain probably did overdo it on his show and really made me have high expectations. Whilst I didn't feel I was in heaven like Bourdain did when I popped the slices of these now dead porky bitches in my mouth, I was close to it.
What did it taste like? A bit buttery, a bit hammy, a little bit of bitterness (it's a very very subtle bitterness) and some nutty aftertastes. Beautiful. Wow (not a sarcastic wow, but a "it tasted unbelievably good" wow).
Chistorra House made Chorizo cooked in cider.
This was a beautiful dish. Hrmmm. Feels like I stole the words out of that cravat wearing Matt Preston's mouth. Nah. How about, fuck that was brilliant bitch! Ah yeah that's better, that's more like me. OK fine, it was alright. Chorizo - er, Spanish sausages that were cooked in cider and in a slightly spicy tomatoey sauce. The chorizo was chewy and pork and peppery, and were so springy and bouncey like a ping pong ball on a ping pong table. Niiiiiiiiiiiice.
When I looked at the menu, my brother pointed out the Ventresca Cantabrian Tuna Belly. As he'd be watching Anthony Bourdain and reading Bourdain's books, I thought I'd give it a go as Bourdain almost always gets it right. Wrong!
I thought it'd be seared tuna belly steaks. Or raw tuna belly steaks possibly marinated in something.
FUCK NO!
It was tinned tuna motherfucker!
Oh my titty-fucking goodness!
A $25 tin of tuna with salty Spanish Cracker breads (which were nice).
The tuna was nice. The meat was a smoother finer meat than what you'd get in those tins of John West Tuna you get at Coles or Safeway.
But fuck, I went all the way to Movida Next Door to eat a $25 tin of tuna?
Son of a bitch! Shouldn't have ordered it. And never will order it. AGAIN!
Look it was nice. But HEH. Just tinned tuna. Only nicer meat and from a prized part of the fish. HEH.
Lastly there was, the Bomba.
Chorizo-filled Catalan Potato Bomb with a spicy sauce. That's what the Bomba was. A chorizo filled potato ball crumbed and then topped with a slightly spicy sauce. Not overly spicy, but just right. Nice but, yeah, wasn't THAT impressed, but it was good nonetheless.
Bistec
Black Angus rump cap char-grilled with Cauliflower and Guindillas (medium rare, they cooked it good)
This was alright. They cooked the poor cow good. Medium Rare just the way I like it - one of these days I'll try a rare steak mmmm mmm (somebody remind me). The chunks of beef sat atop some caulflower puree and them guindillas - tasted like er... hrmm put it this way imagine chillis and beans had interracial oops I meant inter-vegetable sex and er, presto you get guindillas. HAHAHA.
Fresas con Sorbete. Strawberries macerated in Cava with Lemon Sorbet.
Frank Camorra (Movida's big boss). All I can say is this. You amigo, are a titty-fucking genius (or someone who works for you is). This is one of the best desserts I've ever had. And also one of the two desserts that have gotten me tipsy (Cumulus Inc's Rum Baba). The strawberries in Cava, a Spanish white wine and topped with a ball of tangy lemon sorbert. Refreshingly alcoholic. Beautiful. Nice and cold, perfect for summer.
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