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Hooked on Hooked

30 Mar

Since changing my dietary habits I have discovered that my body no longer appreciates deep fried food, especially deep fried starch, aka chips/fries.  This has meant that my favourite takeaway of fish and chips was off the menu.

Until yesterday.

A fish cafe by the name of “Hooked” has opened in Glenferrie Road, Hawthorn, selling “healthy” fish and other things.  I decided to have lunch there yesterday.  For less that $15 I got a fillet of grilled blue grenadier, asian greens and rice, and a bottle of organic fruit juice.  I have had meals in expensive restaurants that didn’t taste as good as that meal.  The fish was perfectly cooked, as were the greens.  The rice was lightly spiced and an excellent counterpoint to the fish.

Blue Grenadier is the house fish, and is from a sustainable source.  They also have specials which are dependent on what is available at the Melbourne Fish Market.

You can have your fish fish grilled, as I did, or fried in a light tempura batter.  Chips are available instead of the greens and rice.  For an extra $2.00 you can have salad instead of the other options.  I noticed several people had gone for the salad, and the servings were downright generous.  Over half the plate being covered with delicious looking salads.  The Asian Coleslaw looked particularly tempting.  I may try that next time.

The drinks cabinet is interesting.  There is a small array of the usual soft drinks, but “Hooked” mostly stocks juices and smoothies made by the New Zealand company Charlie’s.  The also carry a large range of the Phoenix brand of organic juices and soft drinks.  Phoenix is the organic arm of Charlie’s.

The layout is comfortable and roomy, with small tables along the walls, and large communal tables down the middle of the cafe.  Everything is clean, white and bright.  Condiments are arranged generously along the tables.  Sea salt, pepper in a grinder, tomato sauce, chilli sauce, and malt vinegar.  Homemade tartar sauce is available in small pots for a nominal amount.

Great food, friendly staff, and excellent ambiance make “Hooked” at great place to drop in for lunch any day of the week.

 

A Loaf of Bread, A Bottle of Olive Oil, and you can leave me alone…

27 Jan

I have become a convert to the joys of olive oil.

I had been cooking with it for quite a while, when I started reading a book on the history of olive oil and also its health benefits.

It took a while to get my mouth to accept that I was actually having oil instead of butter.  I swear my taste buds initial reaction was “what is this crap???”  However, I persevered and now olive oil has become my favourite pantry item.

I don’t bother with salad dressing.  Just slosh the olive oil over my conglomeration of raw vegetables and eat.  Cooked vegetables are now served with fresh ground black pepper and a splash of olive oil, rather than a knob of butter.  And you know what?  The vegetables taste better! 

But my favourite olive oil thing is my lunch at the weekends.  Fresh crusty bread dipped in olive oil, with cheese and a glass of red wine.  I was very amused at the weekend.  It was Australia Day.  And there was I, on Australia’s version of 4th July, eating what, at first glance was an un-Australian meal.  Though on closer inspection, my meal was probably more Aussie than many that day.  The olive oil was Australian, as was the cheese and the wine, and the bread was made at a little bakery near my flat.  100% Australian meal.

I have tried quite a few olive oils, but have developed a taste for one in particular.  The Australian company Cobram Estate’s “robust” oil.  It’s great on a salad, but I love the way it tastes on bread.  It glides across my palate, tip toes delicately across my taste buds, and then slams into the back on my throat like an out of control Formula One racing car.  Bloody fantastic!

According to The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam it is “A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou.”  In my book, these days, it’s “A loaf of bread, a bottle of olive oil, and you can leave me alone.”  At least until I’ve finished my lunch.

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