|At the bar at MoVida Next Door, Hosier Lane, Melbourne|
|The kitchen at MoVida Next Door, Hosier Lane, Melbourne|
The pull-down stairs that led up to either a larder or fridge above the kitchen demonstrates that big things are possible in small spaces.
|Ostra - freshly shucked oysters|
I was also disturbed by one of the oysters being pierced during shucking, which wasn't a particularly good look for the plate or the oyster-queasy.
|Padrón - deep fried peppers|
Until I got a hot one. Holy MoVida, it was one of the most intensely hot things I've ever eaten with the most sudden impact on the palate. More bread and oil didn't help, white wine didn't help, water didn't help.
With the beginnings of tears in my eyes and plenty of hand-fanning-face action, I heard the chefs have a bit of a chuckle as I pushed the remaining half of the hot padrón aside. Lesson learnt, but I still wouldn't refuse them in the future.
|Boquerone - White anchovy with tomato on crouton|
|Smoked sardine and tomato salad|
|Brussels sprouts cooked with bacon and onion|
Despite the padrón experience, I still adored this light meal at MoVida Next Door. My persistence in getting there certainly paid off, as rhere's just something about the light, casual style of MoVida that has me hook, line and sinker.