Hey, have you ever been to Melbourne?
Neither had I, till last year. I must have brought all my ignorance in one carry on, packed with images of Crocodile Dundee and boxing kangaroos. That wasn’t deliberate. I just had no idea what to expect.
They don’t really drink Foster’s out of the big can and throw shrimp on the barbie. Instead, I found a land filled with the most curious and passionate souls cooking and eating beyond comparison. Their economy is strong and their appetites are long.
Imagine you took all the things about any city you loved and Sim City-fied a real place. That would be Melbourne.
Graffiti, alleyways, walking grids, food everywhere, public parks, train station, river, waterfront, hidden bars, dope ass restaurants, no wankers only awesome people.
There were more Asians than I had ever imagined and not a trace of Aboriginal culture…but that’s some deep shit for another time.
I stacked up at this place CODA, a subterranean restaurant where we bumped Biggie and smoked the place like Memphis. Chef Adam and the whole CODA team became family. I could live here N-O-W. The moment I left, I put some Melbourne ink on my wrist and I found out the city started making taco trucks after experiencing my gift of LA.
I guess it’s fair.
I found paradise. And they adopted tacos.