I returned from the delightful land of Australia early yesterday morning and have only recently recovered from mind numbing jet lag that felt something between being hit by a bus and recovering from a month long bender.
I’m ready to make a proclamation about my favourite meal from 12 days in Melbourne, Yarra Valley and Sydney: Dumpling and noodle soup from Camy Shanghai Noodle House in Melbourne.
As far as I can ascertain from the Internet, Melburnians love or hate Camy Shanghai Noodle House. I found the restaurant tucked in a lane in Chinatown after a long, rather goofy day of wine touring on a big embarrassing tourist bus, after my boutique wine tour was cancelled because of lack of participants.
Something about that soup was comforting. I heaped on the hot sauce, and was pleased by the price. My best meal in Australia was $6.50 – a contrast from my most expensive meal in Australia, which was lunch the day before a few blocks away at the exclusive Cumulus Inc. The bill topped $70, but more on that later.
At Camy, I sat at a communal table, and had to serve myself tea in a plastic cup. The soup steam fogged up my glasses and I happily slurped up the dumplings and noodles. It is like the loud, jostling food fair in the mall – eat, don’t linger and run. I didn’t care the servers were curt and the table was sticky. All that mattered was that soup. Sometimes the best meals aren’t about ambience or precious presentation – this meal was just about filling a hungry belly in a most satisfying way.