I am rather fond of Fitzroy. So when E announced he was going to play with his ukelele group at the Fitzroy Market after he did the child care nursery bee, I decided that Sylvia and I would get there by public transport. I am sorry I took no photos of the lovely rows of terrace houses and autumn leaves. Instead I can show you this delightful parapet that reflects the shabby chic of Fitzroy.
E is less starry eyed than I - having discovered it at a more cynical age. He was most amused by this headline in one of the freebie newspapers yesterday. The article claims that dressing in vintage clothing makes people look poor but I disagree. And if you wanted to find some such retro clothing, you would certainly find it at the Fitzroy Market.
I am rather fond of a market that includes vegie sausages in the sausage sizzle. It doesn't often happen that Sylvia and I can have a sausage and tomato sauce wrapped in a slice of bread. We then had a lovely time browsing the stalls. I bought apricot chutney and an old book. Sylvia got adoll, a $2 pair of sunglasses and a funky necklace that was broken within the hour.
I was keen to find a place to eat on Brunswick Street after the market. When I plan where to go, we usually do quite well but when we wonder the streets, E and I have trouble agreeing on a place. I wanted somewhere a little different with fantastic food and E just wants cheap and cheerful. I would have loved to have eaten at Babka Bakery Cafe but like so many nice places on Brunny St, there weren't many free seats and even less space to fit a stroller. (In fact, they have a sign forbidding prams!) So we bought some bread and went next door to Django Django.
Django Django had a fairly standard Brunswick Street menu of eggs, pancake, big brekkie, salad, pasta, without being outstanding. Sylvia just wanted chippies. I wanted something sweet and chose a pancake with berries and marscapone. E chose the curry.
You may notice that there are only two dishes in this photo! It seems E's order got overlooked. After arriving at the market too late for a sausage (due to a scenic tour of Fitzroy's lanes and one way streets as he drove there) he was quite grumpy. Fortunately Sylvia's bowl of chips was huge and the chips were really good - crisp and well seasoned with salt and pepper. They came with gravy and aioli. I am not keen on marscapone and my pancake was just a little crisp but, these quibbles aside, I really enjoyed it.
Would I go back? Yes. Would it be my first choice on Brunswick St? Certainly not. The food was nice and the ambience pleasant. Less impressive was the service. If I stumbled across this place in the suburbs, I would be quite pleased but standards are high in Fitzroy. And lastly I leave you with a green clad giraffe that adorned the wall of Django Django. Now who doesn't love a suburb with such colourful walls!