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Each dish carries at least one rescued or repurposed element, and the menu is entirely unembarrassed about it. Egg white garum on the broccoli, spent citrus in the kosho under the octopus, spent coffee beside the passionfruit ice cream and a retired dairy cow with garum butter.

Greco keeps its natural acidity through a warm Heathcote summer, which lets the fruit ripen without going soft. The winemaking is plain and the result is not. It is such an interesting wine because it is like nothing else.

The Great Ocean Road begins at Torquay and ends at Allansford, and most people spend the drive looking at rocks. This list is for the passengers who would rather look at lunch, dinner or afternoon tea.

Their 2024 Speedo Gris takes Pinot Gris by the hand, walks it into a lo-fi fermentation room and tells it to strip down and get dirty. Skin contact? Yes. Funk? Absolutely. A label that looks like a pool party got printed on an old photocopier? Of course.

If Billy Button’s Saperavi were a person, it would be the wealthy emo trust fund kid you knew at school. It is mysterious, brooding and frankly too dark for a 2 pm tasting without some food, but here we are.

When you set out to create a fine dining version of street food, with a nod to a specific regional cuisine, you ha...e to get it right. From end to end, you are setting yourself up to be judged. Kolkata Cricket Club is a mix of triumphant innings but very poor work in the field from Mischa Tropp.

The space is airy, nay gallery like, but without the cold pretension. It's all natural light, soft timber, and a little sense of hush, the kind that makes your first bite feel like an event. Residence isn’t just a restaurant. It’s a living, breathing chef’s notebook in real time. It’s generous, it’s curious, and it’s got just enough arrogance to know it’s special without needing to shout about it.

Perched beside the ghostly bones of the former Pentridge Prison, The Glass Den is part greenhouse and part minimalist fever dream. There are so many hanging plants it’s unclear whether they’re decorating or plotting something. Either way, they frame what might be the best brunch in the north

Don’t bother arriving with a posse because this place isn’t built for brunch mobs or laptop loiterers, nor is it the haven of the pouty lipped influencer. It’s for those who appreciate the fine art of sitting still with a soft-boiled egg, anchovy-laced toast and something chilled in a stemmed glass.

Rhône roots, Yarra swagger. If you want to taste what modern Aussie Syrah should be doing, not trying to win arm-wrestling matches with Barossa Shiraz, this is it. No jammy bombast, no oak overkill and no need to shout.

Madam Pommy stands out as an affordable option for those who like their bubbles French and expensive. Lets face it, this cost of living crisis bites and occasionally, we have to ditch the posh stuff for something a little more fiscally approachable.

Lanson Place seamlessly merges the heritage charm of the original building with the sleek sophistication of the new structure. It’s thoughtfully done, giving the property a distinct character that reflects Melbourne’s own unique blend of old and new, with the 14-storey glass tower rising behind the building's façade, itself a nod to Melbourne's storied history.

In a city where you can find a rooftop beekeeping workshop, a bar hidden inside a laundromat and a seven course degustation served on a tram, it was only a matter of time before someone decided to make wine in the middle of the CBD.

Rory Lane can not only tell compelling varietal stories, but he crafts seamless blends that sing in harmony

We checked out the bar menu for lunch and disappointed seems to over egg it but we were, well, rather dissatisfied.

I've always been a fan of what Neil Prentice has set out to do. Is he a little unorthodox? Yes, and that's what I love about him....

And so the obsession with skin contact wine continues. It seems I can't leave the house these days without finding myself back home with...

Australian sparklings have never really lifted my skirt. Too many bottles of French fizz, down the old screech, has spoiled me a bit and...

Ten years ago, Chez Dre was at the top of its game, and you couldn't get a table for love or money on a Saturday morning. Stephen Sam and Andrea Reiss transformed a South Melbourne laneway warehouse into a sweet and savoury heaven. With outdoor additions and constantly evolving their menu and style, it had been quite a few years since this cumbersome frame had darkened their door. So it was with joy we nabbed a table as walk ins on a Saturday and were promptly seated in the

Like sand through the hourglass, the days of our lives continue, and our love for skin contact and minimal intervention wines is ever...