The Melbourne Identity (part 2)

Mandy suggests heading up to Lygon Street, home of some of Australia's most famous Italian restaurants, but we're not quite hungry yet so we stop for some refreshments at the James Squire Brewhouse.


It's pleasant enough but they're not serving 'Pipsqueak' Cider, which is one of the few ciders we've found in Oz, beyond Strongbow and Magners. Sitting outside enjoying the sunset we're slightly distracted by some pillhead barfin up about 3 pints of liquid not 10 feet away from us. Her boyfriend's diagnosis is that its the fizzy juice they drank cos its not settlin with him either. 'Hmmm' we think.

Lygon Street is bustling but we're a bit more immune to the food touts, although we eventually submit and park ourselves outside the, erm, who knows what it's called, there are loads of them and not always easy to tell them apart.

Mandy makes quick friends with one of the owners, brought together by their professions and a love of Mr. Ramsay.