Miss – Rice Bar Not Only Rice
Posted June 28, 2011on:
121 Grattan St, Carlton.
Right, so we’re dining only metres away from a university, I expected that the standard of food wouldn’t be very high, given it’s so cheap and aimed at the student market. However, I did expect that food hygiene standards would be met. But before I go there, let me describe my hideously tasteless heap of bland, flavourless bowl of fried calamari.
It came lumped on a plate with greasy coating, no garnish, no flavour, no colour. I could taste the stale, recycled oil – and that was about the only flavour it had. As I begrudgingly put a forkful into my mouth, I noticed an unsightly black hair dangling from the greasy, stale piece of calamari.
I can stand no flavour, and to a degree I can even just grimace and bear the taste of stale recycled oil. But a hair follicle, freshly fallen from the grace of the cook’s dandruffed head – no. The line must be drawn somewhere.
Though I must say the even bigger disappointment was my fiance tipping them a few dollars once he paid the the bill for food we did not eat. His justification: “I felt sorry for them”.
So we had KFC instead. Told you our standards weren’t high…