Vic Market trip #89758198
Sorry for posting so many photos from trips to Queen Vic but really, despite its tourist-y sorta feel, I like it. The food’s great, groceries are cheap and it’s always bursting with so much life. Everywhere you turn, it’s either a whiff of meat crackling on the grill, or a sudden burst of colour from the fruits and vege stalls, or the ear-bleeding tunes of shitty Peruvian flute bands, or a screaming meat man yelling out the day’s offers that will greet you. In my opinion, it’s seriously one of the best places to go to kickstart your weekends.
You can’t ever miss these goddamn beautiful doughnuts.
Some Greek lamb wrap that was very filing, considering it only cost AUD2.50.
My chocolate custard croissant that I couldn’t eat anymore after two bites.
Arthur’s lentil wrap (I KNOW RIGHT WHAT AN OLD MAN).
Arthur also got this apple crumble slice that was pretty good.
Where is my fucking chin?!
Deciding that they weren’t big enough pigs, the boys bought fresh seafood home to demolish in private.
We also got a tray of Porterhouse steaks and other things for dinner that night, which was a grand affair:
My perfect mash this time around.
Look at how huge the slabs of meat were!
HELLO CHEAP HO!
Scary right? I think Darren ended up cooking only four full pieces of steak for the six of us, and we still had leftovers. -_- Seriously, how can anyone not get fat here? It’s so fucking difficult to resist eating because food here can get so cheap, simple and delicious, just as long as you’re willing to put in the effort.
God, I sound like a shitty celebrity chef … … … like Bobby Chinn (oh my god, how I hate his greasy hair and smartass comments URGH) or Andrew Zimmern (seriously one of the most annoying food show hosts EVER). Yehhhh, anybody can cook! Just do what I do - chop a whole clove of garlic in a nanosecond! It’s easy, see! So very easy! (I’m implying that if you can’t get it, you’re an idiot.)
