Photo courtesy of I-Hua
And so, at last, we come to the last instalment of my Melbourne Reverse Dinner with I-Hua and her fiancé (CONGRATULATIONS!!). After partaking with glee in ten different desserts at Burch and Purchese and LuxBite, we three dedicated eaters made our way (or waddled our way, more like) to Veloce Restaurant Bar for our 8pm dinner reservation.
What, you think you wouldn’t still be hungry after eating ten desserts? Oh, grasshopper, how much you have to learn.
Upon arriving at Veloce, we were told that our table wasn’t ready yet but that we were more than welcome to investigate the fancypants (my word, not their’s) cars in the Dutton automotive showroom, which shares the building with Veloce.
This offer would’ve been far more thrilling were I someone who gave two hoots about cars, but I nevertheless did my best impression of someone interested in purchasing a ridiculously expensive phallic automobile.
I-Hua and her fiancé (CONGRATULATIONS!!) opted to order the Western Plain pork chorizo braised in cider and velvet mash and two fried zucchini flowers filled with manchego and red quinoa. You can see those dishes in the photo at the top of this post.
They also ordered a serving of the wagyu hand-cut empanadas, and one lone Rutherglen lamb cutlet with adobo, salsa verde and smoked almonds.
Photo courtesy of I-Hua
I chose the queso tradicional valdeon goat and cow blue, which came with pear, pan de higo (fig cake), anise bread, dried muscatels, and quince paste.
Halfway through eating this deliciousness, I realised something. Pear = sweet. Fig cake = sweet. Dried muscatels = sweet. Quince paste = sweet.
Yes. I totally ordered an 11th dessert instead of dinner.
Je ne regrette rien.
P.S. I owe those of you who’ve been with me since the Proud Mary brunch post a conclusion to the nose story. Do you remember that, at the beginning of my night with I-Hua and her fiancé (CONGRATULATIONS!!), I received a text from my brother telling me he’d just broken Eagle’s nose?
I wish I could tell you that the reason my brother broke Eagle’s nose was that they’d both been attacked by a renegade octopus which had schloomped its way to Melbourne from the Great Australian Bight and was hankerin’ for some man juice, and that my brother had accidentally elbowed Eagle in the face whilst single-handedly fending off the evil octopus.
The real story, however, is this: my brother and his friends were playing basketball and, somehow, in both going for the ball, my brother and Eagle smashed into each other. Eagle’s nose was broken, and my brother sprained his ankle.
Somehow, I don’t think they’re likely to be drafted into the NBA anytime soon.