Where's the Beef and Mel remarked on the the promise of pierogis on the specials menu. We had met my friend Heather at the Fitzroy Market and strolled down Smith Street to the pub for a late lunch. It looked deserted and closed. But the door was open. Let's just say we had our pick of seats.
We ordered at the bar where I saw that an apple hot toddy was on offer. It had apple cider, apple schnapps, whiskey, brandy and goodness knows what else! I am not much of a drinker but warm winter drinks are just my sort of thing. Especially when sitting in front of an open fire. Heaven!
Mamaliga before but have since read that it is like an Eastern European version of polenta. By the time I sampled these they had cooled considerably and I didn't think to take some sauce. They seemed rather bland but Michael loved his, so I think hot and with sauce must be the way to eat them.
E surprised me by ordering the Tempeh Paprikash. Tempeh chunks
marinated in apple cider, caraway and paprika, served in a creamy
paprika sauce on a bad of noodles. It was very good. The tempeh worked
really well here. The noodles were thick and almost chewy, which worked fantastically with the creamy sauce.
Mel renaming it the Bloatometer. By the time we left the place was full of punters and Joy Division was no longer on the stereo.
read that the current owners have returned it to the original name - The Gasometer - that was used from its opening in 1861 until 1997. The building reflects an appreciation of history. Its spacious rooms exude heritage charm with the lead light windows, bluestone walls and open fireplaces. Just the place for a winter's afternoon.
The Gasometer Hotel
484 Smith Street (corner of Alexandra Parade)
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