There are many writers who have turned the act of describing food into an art. Words like "tantalising", "gustatory" and "ambrosial" are thrown around with reckless abandon. The simpletons, like yours truly, are left scratching their heads and wandering if they have just been sworn at in a foreign language. I prefer to apply my tried, tested and trusted method when it comes to rating food. Are you ready - I either like it or I don't. So, if you are looking for an honest answer when it comes to food, you've come to right place.
I have a rather unhealthy obsession for pizza. My wife is concerned and so she should be as this addiction of mine has left my physique resembling that of a pregnant racing snake. I am the proverbial "skinny-fat guy". Undeterred by my wife's evil attempts to keep me from my pizza, I soldiered on.
We met up with a few friends for dinner at a place called Rosco's@Chevron, a name that left me none the wiser as to what type of food to expect. As I perused the menu. my friend mentioned that the place was known for it's pizzas. A grin slowly climbed my face and was accompanied by a sigh from my wife. A simple man I am indeed.
The waitress went around the table taking the orders and when she got to me I placed my order for the largest and meatiest pizza that was on the menu. She had the look of a university student which was fortunate as it did not take her too long to realise that I was ordering the pizza for myself. She asked if I was serious to which I assured her that I was and that I never joke about pizza or cricket. She chuckled in a rather disturbing manner as she left us to our drinks.
What returned, twenty minutes later, can only be described as Mount Vesuvius. No. Not the waitress, but the pizza. I had never laid eyes on something so marvellous in my entire life. Other than my wife, of course. This was the thickest and tallest pizza that I had ever seen. I looked up at the waitress who gave me a look that simply said "do your best mate". Not being one to back away from a challenge, I did. I attacked the gargantuan pizza like a savage swine that had just come off a weigh less program. In the end however, I was beaten, fair and square, by the final two pieces. It's at this point in the evening where my tried, tested and trusted method came into play and restaurant passed with flying colours. I flopped back in my chair with a content sigh and found myself smiling as I rubbed my bulging belly. The belly knows best my friends, it's that simple. My wife looked at me with a raised eyebrow, probably wandering why she said yes all those years ago.
Rosco's@Chevron is situated in St Kilda Road and has been around for just over four years. It is described as the younger sister to Cafe Rosco which has been owned and managed by the same family for over twenty years. This passion for food and for cooking has lead to a large knowledge of great foods and this is apparent on their menu which offers a truly wide selection. Pastas, risottos, salads, steaks, stir fries and everything in between. You'll find what you want here.
Hop onto their website for a look at what they have to offer. I am certainly looking forward to my next visit to Rosco's@Chevron and so is my belly.