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Apothecary 1878

So I’ve been looking for a replacement for Rockpool Bar and Grill, thinking I’d never find one, but lo and behold, after strolling down a dodgy-looking part of the city on a Sunday afternoon, I ran across a little treasure-looking-like place. That’s when I found out that it was a cute little wine bar that has all Victorian decor, and does high tea on Saturdays!

So I did a little research on it, and apparently it won best wine list in South Australia (cause Rockpool wins for Australia!). Plus they don’t advertise their list online, so I had to visit. My expectations were: giant wine list, and servings by the half glass, and was secretly hoping for varietal specific Riedels.

Of course, when I got there, they do indeed have a noteworthy wine list! Plenty of quotes throughout, as well as a Provenance to read through. Except… the list was much much smaller than I expected. Maybe 20 pages? I’m sorry, but I wanted a Rockpool-thick encyclopedia! They did have a great range of 75mL “tasters”, served in baby Riedels, which made me happy. Plus they were incredibly cheap at $5 – $5.50 per serving, considering at Rockpool I’m paying $16 for 75mL for their reserve stuff.

And while they don’t serve burgers, they do have a highly respectable bar menu much like Rockpool Bar and Grill, with excellent presentation and great range.

Goat curd, pink peppercorns and honey toast

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Living the radelaide

So work has called me to Adelaide, to like, do things and stuff, including eat, cook and explore. Oh, and actually work.

But during non work hours it turns out I really don’t have time to work on the story that will never end. Instead I’m constantly debating where and what to eat, which cafes to go to, and whether I can find enough food to cook up something and somehow save money.

So my experiment has been living without “sugar” (have honey and agave syrup instead), making wholemeal spelt pancakes and messing with other things, such as undercooking fish :)

Here are some of the things I’ve done. I wish I had a nice picture of some food from a cafe called A Mothers Milk – they make some amazing baked eggs mmmmmmmmm but instead all I’ve got is a very bad shot from the outside:

 

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