Melbourne Day 2
It has become an unseemly habit, whenever I travel, to spend countless hours cross examining blogs, reviews, word-of-mouth recommendations, and my iPhones urban spoon app for the most gastronomic adventures. It’s actually become quite a problem – just ask anyone who knows me!
Well here we have it, Melbourne Food Diary Day 2:
Cafe Rosamond
191 Smith Street, Fitzroy
I read about this quaint little establishment on a blog which had reviews of all/or most of the breakfast haunts in Melbourne – this was her favourite! The menu is simple but quality.
I ordered the brightest scrambled eggs I have seen (check picture below, no colour correction needed!) with a side of home made baked beans, yummo!
Oh and every Thursday they stay open for dessert, I will be making sure I visit again next Melbourne trip for that sweet experience 
Cafe Vue @ Heidi
7 Templestowe Road, Bulleen
We spent the afternoon exploring the grounds and galleries of Heidi, stopping in at their cafe for a well earnt cheeky snack. I chose to indulge in a chai latte and lamington filled with jam and cream. The fries too were delightful, accompanied by a homemade tomato sauce.
Mamasita
Level 1, 11 Collins Street, Melbourne
Well, well, well this place is simply to die for! You haven’t experienced mexican until you have visited this wonderful place or Mexico itself! My boyfriends sister and her partner were dying to take us here all weekend and now I know why. We arrived at 5:30pm on Saturday knowing quite well how busy Mamasita can get, and we still had to wait 30 minutes for a table.
The menu is built for sharing. We ordered the corn (A MUST), a taco each (prawn, ox tongue, goat and fish), a lamb quesadilla, two mains (chocolate mole and chickpea fritters) and tried our first horchata, a traditional Mexican fruit drink. And even though we really didn’t need it, we each indulged in a cone of sweet corn ice cream with caramel popcorn.
Everyone must go here, you can’t make bookings but it’s well worth the wait! Next time I would substitute the mole for the tostaditas – those little things were flying out of the kitchen.
