For lunch, I head off to that bastion of Melbourne eating, The European.
Just one thing about black puddings - there was a time when I used to eat a delicious serve of black pudding with a fried egg on a slice of toasted bread, and got stick for that. Well, it is good to see that black pudding has been the breakfast of champions for many centuries...
To wash it down, I've ordered a half bottle of 2008 Roland Tissier et Fils Sancerre, which is sauvignon blanc. I'm really developing a thing for French wines. It's got a nice delicate floral nose, and when you drink it, you get a soft, fruity flavour which crescendos into citrusy lemon, ultimately ending in a crisp, clean, and almost fizzy (!) finish.
The service is great - it is friendly, and you never have trouble getting anyone's attention (well, the place is quite small after all, and the waitstaff have to walk past you whether they like it or not), and you're never left waiting for anything. Order a wine - you get it. Order a dish - you get it. Ask for the bill - you get it too (read my other entries for my gripes about restaurants who fail to give you the bill when you just want to go home). And the waitstaff are even happy to engage in some light banter, be it about the weird and wonderful offerings of the Melbourne Art Festival, or the fact that you're settling into a long lunch on your own.