Let The Good Times Roll with Gelato Messina

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If you’re looking for a crazy, fun inducing, once in a life time experience, rippin’ good night out with pumping loud music in Sydney, Australia look no further than Gelato Messina.

Even though there are multiple locations around Sydney, you are bound to hit a long line on any night. BUT! don’t worry, there are no bouncers and a relatively short wait. There are also no age restrictions as Messina is proven to be enjoyed by anyone and everyone. You won’t even need your ID. If you are overwhelmed by the amount of people inside and can’t yell loud enough over the music or you can’t lock eye contact with one of the smiley staffers before the enemy next to you gets their order in, just feel the rhythm of the music and give them a nice bump of the hip to get them the hell out of your way. This is your night out in Sydney and ice cream will be had… is what you should think in your head, as you smile, bop your head apologetically, and order.

Don’t feel rushed to order any one flavor straight away. The staff kindly encourages the tasting of as many different flavors as your heart desires. For the love of dairy (and gluton free options, which are available in abundance!) don’t waste an opportunity like that! Also, don’t you dare ignore the specials menu. They have 5-6 specials every day, with at least one new flavor. What a pity it would be to miss out on something like the NY Style Cheesecake gelato.

Me? What did I have? I devoured a salted caramel with white chocolate gelato on a cone, please. I’d be completely lying, and embarrassing myself if I said I didn’t want that flavor of gelato served at my wedding… one day… far away in the future. (Whoops! Wedding! Did I type that out loud?) Oh, and speaking of events in which it is acceptable to customize food only to your liking without being judged, my birthday is coming up! What I wouldn’t give up to have a homemade, full bodied deliciously creative cake made with love and gelato from The Creative Department (Messina’s Laboratorio and Patisserie) is very little.

Messina, I know you’re busy, but if you are by any chance get some free time feel free to open up in Melbourne!

Giancarlo Coffee for Giancarlo Cuffia

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One of the fondest memories from living at home/visiting my parents is mornings with my dad. Even when he had to be at work early during the week he would make everyone morning coffee. He would wake up a bit earlier, load the ground beans into the coffee machine, steam the milk, and pour my mom and I the exact mix of espresso, froth and sugar he knew we preferred. Then he’d deliver the coffee to our bed side tables.

Most weekday mornings though we did have a little bit of time to spend together. And so I’d walk out to the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, and spot my dad all showered and ready in his button down shirt and work pants. His graying hair was always just a little bit damp but slicked back. People always tell him he reminds them of Dan Marino, or the better known Bill Clinton. I think they resemble my dad. I’d walk over, give him a hug then stumble into the living room and turn on Morning Joe or The Today Show or the recorded episode of American Idol from the night before. He’d soon come join me on our white leather couch with two coffees in hand. He’d hand me the coffee in my usual flower patterned anthropology mug and say something like, “Can you see the moon I made?”

He’s always referring to the same thing: his impossibly terrible attempts at latte art. To this day, he’s never  drawn anything better than a circle or moon, but my goodness do I really hope he never stops trying.

The weekends were always better though. I got to wake him up in the morning, and no matter how tired he was, or how annoyingly early I entered his room he would always get up the instant I offered to make the coffee that morning. That’s a fathers job, I guess. And then the same weekday routine happened, except on Sunday I put on the Saturday Night Live episode from the night before.

I’m not saying this because I miss him or love him or want to him happy but if you’re wondering if he makes good coffee, he does! In my humble but honest opinion he makes the best coffee in all of the US.

This is why the first day in Sydney when my dad ordered an espresso and Giancarlo Coffee was placed in front of him no one moved a muscle. There wasn’t enough time in the world to process the situation. It felt like Giancarlo Coffee was actually made for him, and the fact that we were halfway around the world and THIS is where he found it! Like maybe it was a sign that it was okay I had moved 23987461050 miles away from them. We were where we were meant to be. (W’s galore!)

You’re probably shaking your head thinking no, no it’s probably just coffee. But I think my family felt that same feeling very strongly. My mom immediately suggested she steal the espresso cups. Steal!? We aren’t thieves! I’ve never heard her speak like that. As me and my sister chanted “yes! yes! yes!” my dad talked us all down and asked the waiter if we could buy them off the restaurant. Can you believe they said no? We obviously couldn’t take them anymore, but we did walk away with  a lot of the Giancarlo Coffee sugar.

I wake up every morning and make myself coffee before work here in Melbourne, but I can’t say it will ever feel the same.


The Mixed Breakfast Plate Coming to an Allpress Near You

DSC_0960DSC_0959If you thought I liked Allpress Espresso from this post wayyyy back in 2012, then think again! Because I am deeply in LOVE with it. And isn’t Valentines day right around the corner?

Since I knew for a fact that the mixed breakfast plate was perfect from my London visit, and I was certain my dad would love their coffee I made it a point to treat my family while we were in Sydney. I kept saying, “It’s amazing!”, and “I know you’ll love it!”, and “Just wait till we get there, you’ll see!”.

I knew where Allpress in Sydney was located because, I mean, I have a smart phone, but I hadn’t heard of the suburb Zetland yet. Google maps was warning us that it was not walking distance from where we were staying. For the first time and not by choice we’d have to take a cab. My family was instantly suspicious.

As we arrived to the desolate Zetland I heard something really loud drop. It was my families level of excitement. The entire suburb feels like a construction site. It might be up and coming but at the moment… well, it’s not. I could tell they were going to ask if we could go somewhere else, so I sprinted into the cafe and took my place in line. It had the same look of the London Allpress but I won’t lie, it didn’t feel as cool or lived in. I didn’t mind one bit once I spotted the menu though.

Due to my direct order everyone would enjoy flat whites and prosciutto with their mixed breakfast plate. I don’t know at which point the look on their faces changed because I was too busy devouring my own plate and ordering extra prosciutto for the table, but it felt like the white elephant had finally left the room.

They confirmed my theories from before but this time they were laughing their way to another flat white. It was truly a success. This plate is one of those meals I wish I was organized enough to make for myself and Jack every other morning.

As I was walking out I asked one of the waiters why they haven’t opened an Allpress in Melbourne yet. He said, “Oh, because it’s actually on it’s way. It’s going to be in….” but he didn’t know off the top of his head and it made me anxious. “Wait two seconds, let me get it right.” I wanted to beat it out of him, thankfully he continued before I had to, “I think it’s going to be in Collingwood!”

Collingwood! That’s basically Fitzroy, we’ll basically be neighbors! After processing the amazing news for all of us Melbournians I skipped out of there thinking ‘Smell you soon Allpress!!!’

A linky side note: if you have the time and are actually looking into being in the coffee industry this interview is pretty interesting



It was a pleasure to eat you!


Accidentally coming across an unforgettable place to eat comes second on the “Ways to Find New Restaurants” list to a getting a good recommendation from a friend. And that’s only because when a friend’s recommendation works out you instantly become BFFs.

The Winery was probably my most random find yet. We had reserved one day in Sydney to walk around and explore different neighborhoods because walking is the best way to get around as a tourist, and my parents are in real estate. Plus, people kept telling me I must visit Surray Hills, “It’s like a new, way better, clean Fitzroy.”

Why the comparison? Can’t we all just get a long?

After walking down Crown Street – mostly judging – we got it. Yes, it’s beautiful, surprisingly spacious, and a little cleaner than Fitzroy but where are all the cafes! Where are the people! Where is the liveliness. Then my dad, who was only looking for a coffee, found The Winery.

Let me exaggerate by saying that finding The Winery was life-changing. Okay, no. That’s taking it too far. It was day-changing though, because we immediately erased our plans.

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