As much as I dislike Maccas I find the breakfast isn’t too bad, the coffee is crap so I settle for the barely palatable orange juice (watered down concentrate which they often get wrong).
Never take anything from the ‘hot box’ limp chips, concrete pies, mushy or rubber hamburgers but there is the odd roadhouse that does it right.
There is one on the edge of Mt Gambier that does jaffles, anything you want and they are not bad, Shell servo in Colac that does fresh sangers and a hamburger joint on the edge of Lightning Ridge that does a chilli burger that makes your eyes water… twice, their home made chilli sauce is lethal and will make you think you are shitting red hot scoria the next day.
Venuto club in Bulleen does a porterhouse with vincotto and salted ricotta that is worth travelling two hours for, Baxter Tavern in Baxter does a wood fired seafood pizza drizzled with fresh garlic that is one of the best I have had.
The list goes on but the most memorable are always the bad ones.
I made Vichyssoise last night laced with cumin to give it a bit of a lift and served with toasted turkish bread, great on a cold night and I know it is right.
That is as good as watching paint dry… You could have at least buzzed the pigeons for the hell of it.
The Sheep Hills painting with the bloke who looks like Gordon Ramsay is four indigenous faces, that one is meant to be Wergaia Elder, Uncle Ron Marks.