I've managed to join two food clubs in the past two months.
Both are still sorting out names, and rules (hopefully no1 isn't: You don't talk about the food club) but essentially, it's an excuse to eat out and socialise.
Let's call the second club, Second Club. It's first outing was to Casa Farro - a cute Italian restaurant in Carlton. The interior was irreverant minimalism - stripped back furniture, a wall of chopping blocks and light bulbs strung across the ceiling. With such friendly staff, it was almost like visiting one of your cool friend's houses in Fitzroy.
I started off with a Monteith apple cider - a cracking good one if you've never tried it - and an entree of arancini. This set a very high standard. The crust was thin and crunchy and the inside was an explosion of moorish flavour with a filling of chewy rice, pumpkin, peas, mozzarella and fennel. I could have eaten these balls of goodness until I exploded... but instead moved on to mains.
We ordered just about everything on the menu and shared it around. The thin-crust, wood-fired pizzas were top notch, as was the gnocchi. Some of the pasta dishes and a rissotto failed to excite.
But the best was yet to come. The dessert platter sounded good, and tasted even better. There was macadamia icecream, biscotti, sticky date and fig pudding, an Italian donut in lemon curd, chocolate pot and vanilla & raspberry brulee. Each was lovingly presented and tasted delicious. I wolfed it all down with a delightful pinot gris from Mount Langi.
If home-cooked meals tasted that good, I'd never go out for dinner.
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