213, Barkly St, St Kilda
For many, Claypots bar needs no introduction, but it was my first visit there.
Where do I start, the food or the place? I pushed the door open and was overwhelmed: live music and signing, crowds on comfortable old couches along the walls. It didn't look like we can get a table.
A waiter picked up on my hesitation and led us straight down the maze of rooms which unfolded into a large leafy courtyard.
From our table I was looking inside to what appeared to be no less then Poseidon's kingdom. Every single creature from the ocean was on display, covered in ice.
We ordered chili crabs, grilled octopus and a sticky rice tagine clay pot.
We ate with our hands, covered in chili, sauce dripping down our wine glasses. Completely fitting in that bohemian and infections atmosphere.
Simply delicious chili crabs, with generous amounts of mussels, the dish was a winner for me.
I don't remember if I've ever licked my fingers in public, but that was the day and the place for it.
For many, Claypots bar needs no introduction, but it was my first visit there.
Where do I start, the food or the place? I pushed the door open and was overwhelmed: live music and signing, crowds on comfortable old couches along the walls. It didn't look like we can get a table.
A waiter picked up on my hesitation and led us straight down the maze of rooms which unfolded into a large leafy courtyard.
From our table I was looking inside to what appeared to be no less then Poseidon's kingdom. Every single creature from the ocean was on display, covered in ice.
We ordered chili crabs, grilled octopus and a sticky rice tagine clay pot.
We ate with our hands, covered in chili, sauce dripping down our wine glasses. Completely fitting in that bohemian and infections atmosphere.
Simply delicious chili crabs, with generous amounts of mussels, the dish was a winner for me.
I don't remember if I've ever licked my fingers in public, but that was the day and the place for it.
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