Borsch, Vodka and Tears
Comments(4) As promised in my last entry, herewith follows an account of a memorable dining and wining (or more precisely ‘spiriting’) experience one fine…well slightly chilly actually…Saturday evening in Melbourne in April 2005. The scene of this tale is Chapel Street in the inner-city, south-eastern suburb of Prahran (pronounced prah-RAN - I was initially inclined to say prah-RARN). The protagonists of the story are Andrew and I with a cameo performance from Stuart (Andrew’s brother).
It was early evening when Stuart dropped Andrew and I off at a busy intersection, close to our destination. On all sides we were surrounded by up-market restaurants, bars, shops and charcoal chicken shops (the last remains unverified but as reliable sources on the ground claim that Melbourne has the world’s highest number of charcoal chicken shops per capita, they had better not be left off this list).
