House-hunting is the worst. As much as I enjoy snooping around other people’s homes, repeatedly leaving work early or waking up at 8am on a Saturday morning gets a little tiresome.
Tuesday’s (unsuccessful) house viewing was made a little brighter as it brought us right near Proud Mary at lunchtime. One of Collingwood’s most beloved cafes it’s been on my list since I moved to Melbourne but the prospect of staggeringly long queues on weekends had put me off.
Winter in Melbourne can be brutal. When it’s cold and raining outside there’s nothing better than hiding away with a hot chocolate and a good book.
Fortunately there are plenty of places to hide away in and none better than Collingwood’s Monsieur Truffe.
Moving to a new city can be a little lonely. During my first few weeks in Melbourne I filled my days finding new cafes to drink coffee, read and watch the day go by. At the corner of my street Storm In A Teacup, a tiny tea shop/cafe/bar, quickly became my preferred hideaway to escape the world.
Storm In A Teacup is devoted to the wonderful beverage that is tea. Black, white, green, oolong, fruity, tisane – you’ll find hundreds of teas on the menu carefully selected from around the world. At night the cafe turns into a bar with tea based cocktails as well as organic wines and beers available.
I celebrated my birthday on Friday in Melbourne for the first time and was utterly spoilt with flowers, presents, cards, birthday messages and drinks. A lot of drinks.
It’s Sunday and I’m still recovering from all the birthday drinks.
To start off my birthday I was surprised with two beautiful bouquets on Friday, one sent from a friend in Sydney…
When I first moved to Melbourne I lived in on the top floor of an apartment building in Collingwood. The location was enviable with some of my favourite places to eat and drink in Melbourne at my doorstep. I even had a 7/11 on one corner and a kebab shop on the other for all my late night, drungry needs (a new term for drunk/hungry I am coining, it even sounds like you’re inebriated when you say it).
I’ve since moved a suburb away and while I’m not able to meander down to Sonsa Foods for their dolmas and salted chickpeas on a near daily basis, I’m relieved to have moved a couple of floors down. (more…)