|Luna Park, St Kilda, Melbourne|
I don’t know what St Kilda is to Melbournites. I wouldn’t quite call it a beach suburb like our eastern suburbs (although technically I think it is); although to be honest, I’ve never been to St Kilda in summer. To me, the attraction of St Kilda is, quite simply, all those Acland Street cake shops with front windows jam packed with cakes and slices and tarts and biscuits.
|Window at Acland Cakes, Acland Street, St Kilda|
|Window at Le Bon Cake Shop, Acland Street, St Kilda|
|Cakes at Le Bon Cake Shop, Acland Street, St Kilda|
|Window at Europa Cake Shop, Acland Street, St Kilda|
|Pigeons get in on the action|
|Cherry cheesecake from Europa Cake Shop|
|Chocolate cream cannoli from Europa Cake Shop|
Outside of food and sweets, the array of stores along Acland Street has a bit of a holiday town feel – cheap (and some not so) clothing stores, homewares, a bookstore – nothing to really excite the shopaholic. It seems the focus is more so on food than anything else – not that I have a problem with that.
As we left oh-sweet-street-of-cakes, we ventured around to Fitzroy Street via Hotel Esplanade. I’ll admit, “The Espy” was a little more grunge than I had expected as a RocKwiz viewer, but it was reasonably quiet on a Saturday afternoon.
|A game of pool at Hotel Esplanade, The Esplanade, St Kilda|
|By the water in St Kilda|
|Water bottle at One Fitzroy Street, Fitzroy Street, St Kilda|
|Lamb pizza special|
I was nicely surprised with the pizza, which was larger than I’d anticipated for a special. Topped with a piece of lamb on each slice, goat’s cheese in addition to the stringy yellow mozzarella, and roast capsicum, the highlight for me was the moderately thin wood-fired base – the light char flavour coming through nicely. While slightly under-seasoned, does anything beat the pizza and beer combo?
Beer and fries is a pretty good contender. This gigantic bowl of thin, golden french fries also appeared to be under-seasoned, although I found an abundance of salt flakes at the bottom of the bowl. I question whether flakes really work for french fries, but with saffron aioli and tomato sauce on hand, we made it to the bottom of the bowl.
Bellies full, we put on all our available clothes and accessories, whipped out an umbrella and dashed to the tram stop in the middle of the road – probably rosy-cheeked and feeling very Melbourne.