Happiness at last

At last, Friday has arrived and a sociable civilised luncheon with like-minded gourmands beckons! The venue is non other than the mighty Patee Thai at Revolver, a great favourite among my companions, but curiously under-patronised by the Chapel St horde. Thank god for small mercies I say. Today it’s just us and the local methadone support group, who wander down from the clinic to claim free soft-drinks on a Friday afternoon. More of that later though… for now lets concentrate on the food!
The stand-out dish on the lunch menu at Revolver is Beef Basil with Fried Egg. It’s a staple which my erstwhile companions tend to blindly cling to, but being something of a renegade in this regard I take a punt on Gai Nam Dang, which is deep-fried, then stir-fried chicken with oyster sauce and chilli - I’m particularly attracted to the double-frying aspect of the dish. In spite of the tempting description, I find the short wait unbearable as I start to regret my audacious choice. The sense of unease measurably deepens when the Beef Basil’s trundle out, and the other chaps begin smugly hoeing into their bowls of steaming goodness. “What have you done?!” heckles a panicky voice in my head. Patee Thais menu is full of booby traps and false turns which mock the unwary. But will it reward the bold? Fortunately my Bolivian ‘Pacena’ beer calms the nerves as I tensely await the delivery – a superb find this lager, not overly fizzy with a charming malty characteristic. And then my food arrives…
Oh what sweet relief! It looks magnificent; a fragrant bowl of deep-fried chicken pieces coated in a slightly sweet, tangy, hot sauce with a pile of steaming rice on the side. The format is essentially the same as the Beef Basil – meaty stir-fry, rice, and salad – a hearty bowlful to warm the soul on a wintry Melbourne afternoon, and I am delighted with my choice. Fortune favours the brave they say, and thankfully the old adage rings true for once.
The atmosphere at Revolver is very much a draw-card for me. Initially, I was wary of the place as a lunch venue, synonymous as it is with wild eyed and firm-jawed post-161 hooligan’s gurning long into the morning, but as a week-day lunch venue it is superb: Cavernous and almost church-like within, it has a quiet charm all of its own. Add to that the excellent beer selection and you have quite a winning formula. As we left today, a curious pan-pipe version of ‘Hey Jude’ was filtering through the sound system and as the methadone recoveree’s chatted and played pool, I found the ambience took a turn for the surreal.
Walking back to the office, I ducked into an old Greek bakery just up the road and bought a piece of Semolina cake. I’d always seen it and meant to try a slice and I was delighted with my purchase… This cake has the density of damp sand and, I fancy, a half-life of several millennia. I certainly struggled to polish the thing off, but I know I’ll be going back for more next week!

A good lunch today and the spring is back in my step!