Months and months ago, Deidre and I decided that what we desperately needed to do was hold some kind of meet-up for our Melbourne blogger friends. We got all excited about it, and started making a list of the people that we wanted to invite. And then the Dessert Day sugar high wore off, and we promptly forgot all about it and went on with our lives.
Until a few weeks ago when Deidre announced that it was back on the cards, because a) it was her birthday, and b) she wanted to catch up with people before she heads to the US to get married! And so it came to pass that Deidre, Katie, Ruby and I met at the Cider House on Brunswick Street.
I arrived somewhat flustered, because I'd had the option of two buses to get me there.
a) A bus that would get me there 20 minutes early, or
b) A bus that would get me there 5 minutes late.
I opted for the latter on the basis that the Victorian Public Transport journey calculator assumes that you walk at Old Lady Speed, and I can totally walk faster than that, so I was sure I could turn that 5 minutes into "right on time". Except then I pushed the button for the bus stop a tad too early, and he pulled up at the stop before the one I actually wanted, but I was too embarrassed to say anything because that's totally how I roll, so not only did I have to walk an extra chunk of distance, but I'd neglected to take into consideration the fact that Brunswick Street consists of alfresco dining and People Who Stroll, and that the former means you cannot overtake the latter.
ANYWAY. That's a really long winded way of saying "I was flustered when I got there". And then I had to make decisions, which made me even more flustered. Because when it comes to the Cider House? There are a LOT of decisions to make.
In addition to three or four pages of cider options on the menu, there was the inevitable "what will I have to eat?" decision, which was made even more "Oh God, what if I end up with food envy????"-y by the fact that ordering chips (America: read "fries") involved the following steps:
1. Decide what type of chips you want. 4 options.
2. Decide what kind of seasoning you want. 5 options.
3. Decide what kind of sauce you want. 6 options.
Applying my (possibly flawed) maths abilities leads me to the conclusion that this offers ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DIFFERENT POSSIBLE COMBINATIONS. YOU GUYS. THAT IS A LOT OF PRESSURE AROUND DECISION MAKING.
In the end, here's what I had:
A felafel burger (sadly, it was not one giant felafel, like I was hoping for). Oven roasted potato skins with rosemary seasoning and roasted garlic aioli. And a pint of Cheeky Rascal apple and raspberry cider. All of it was delicious.
After several hours of entertaining conversation and stuffing ourselves with chips, I mentioned that I'd walked past a place not far away that had a sign out the front saying they'd been awarded the title of "Best chocolate macaron in Melbourne". This was a pretty big claim, so we had to test it out:
The one on the left is a blood orange macaron, the right is the famous black and white macaron, which is some kind of vanilla bean custard filling with a big blob of 70% cocoa dark chocolate in the middle. The blood orange one was pretty amazing, but I'm not sure I'd agree that the other was the *best* chocolate macaron in Melbourne. Maybe that's because I like my chocolate macarons more chocolate-y and less STEALTH chocolate-y??
And no, I don't have photographic proof that anyone else was there. We're bloggers - we take photos of food, not people, dammit!!! The moral of the story? Blogger lunches are awesome and should happen regularly. Also, that it may take us a really long time to organise stuff, but once we have? It's freaking spectacular.
Who wants to come to the Cider House with me at periodic intervals to try ALL the chip combinations???