Honest to God, I think I must have left my brain behind in Melbourne (possibly with the Tuatara Double Trouble – which it turns out was 10.5%!) because once again I’ve stuffed up the blogging order.
So while the last post was about a beer I drank on the way back from Australia, please excuse the fact that we are now back in Melbourne, the night before I left.
This beer was completely unremarkable, however the restaurant I had it at was incredibly good. Melbournians (or whatever it is you call yourselves), if you haven’t already been then get thee to i caruzi pizza in St Kilda and have yourself some Sicilian pizza. I thought I had already eaten the best pizza in the world (last year I made an offal pizza with lamb hearts, kidneys, liver, sage and bacon), but it turns out, this was better. (Who would have thought?)
And the beer – well, it was everything I expected it to be. Predominantly sweet and malty, with a slightly offensive raw-alcohol nose and flavours of fruit and metal. Is there an Italian word for “meh? If so I would use it here.