Does your partner mysteriously disappear every Saturday morning? Do you have trouble calling them before 2pm? Is Saturday the one day of the week when they have no trouble leaping out of bed and going for a "jog"? If so, I think I know where they are. Chances are they are making the Saturday morning pilgrimage to Moorabbin to be greeted by a warm, welcoming kitchen and some perfect breasts - deep fried, topped with hummus and olives, and wrapped in pita bread.
Marko's Schnitzel is a tiny shop in an industrial area in the middle of Chesterville Road. On entry my impression was that it was another fast food cafe, with the deep fryer behind a crowded fume hood, fridges of soft drink lining the back, and a few tables and chairs lining the wall. At first I could not understand the devotion that my friends seemed to have to the place. It turns out though that like all of the best things in Melbourne, Marko's is understated.
[ADVERT]Rather than the usual array of fried dim-sims, potato cakes, post-mortem chips, and long-thin-pale-things-floating-in-water-that-may-or-may-not-be-organic-matter, closer inspection of Marko's fume hood showcases an extensive range of fresh salads, dips, and spreads. Your schnitzel is fried for you while you wait, and you can make your own combination of toppings and spreads; beetroot dip, chili spread, tahini, hummus, olives, jalapenos, cheese, pickles, pesto, cabbage, lettuce, and so much more. Marko has transcended the barriers of food topping, and has found a way to put virtually anything on a schnitzel. The results; fast food divinity.
There is no other way to put it. My first bite of my schnitzel pita made me fall in love in a way that compelled me to make an honest schnitzel of it and propose then and there. I had found my roll mate.
I believe Marko's is the best schnitzel in Melbourne, and I believe that everyone I know who has been there, the Saturday morning masses, and the fact that they sometimes run out of schnitzels by 1pm would agree with me. If you are looking for something to do on Saturday morning, take a road trip to Moorabbin (it takes me an hour and a half to two hours to get there from the northern suburbs, but I still make the faithful journey), and try Marko's. Be aware though that your Saturday mornings might just change forever, and your loved ones will start asking questions.