Further afield

In an attempt to test the foundations of my new relationship, I talked my boyfriend into getting in a car and driving around Victoria for a week. I had a plan – to not only familiarise myself with the state I have always lived in, but also to find out if, in fact, someone else in this extraordinary state can dish up a breakfast that rivals the best Melbourne has to offer.In an attempt to test the foundations of my new relationship, I talked my boyfriend into getting in a car and driving around Victoria for a week. I had a plan – to not only familiarise myself with the state I have always lived in, but also to find out if, in fact, someone else in this extraordinary state can dish up a breakfast that rivals the best Melbourne has to offer.

I’ll be honest – this wasn’t a planned breakfast review. I found myself in Kyabram purely through family necessity, and am still patting myself on the back for having the foresight to leave a trail of bread crumbs on my way in otherwise I truly believe I would still be there looking for cowboys and line dancing in the dirt.

There are lots of reasons to love Canberra. I mean the War Museum, Parliament House, all that bitumen they have to offer everyone that drives. What’s not to like about bitumen? Unfortunately, what I’m not convinced of is that they’re able to serve up food that isn’t totally yawnworthy. What’s even worse is that I didn’t expect this when I chose Mooreish in the CBD for my French Toast.

Initially, I didn’t hold much hope for Wistaria after I had to enter the dining area through the kitchen, but then my nanna served me and all was well in the world again.