"Updates!", requests a friend. His mild whinging started a snowball effect, truly tumbling larger once I chatted with an Australia friend about her superb Melbourne dining experiences. So here I was Friday night at Madama Sousou, a French restaurant, on Brunswick Street in Fitzroy.
From the moment I perused the menu, my internal economic fusspot kicked in. Salads - low teens, a la carte/small entrees - mid to high teens, specials and main courses - mid thirties. I was forewarned fortunately and was prepared mentally and financially. If you've been a stingy bastard for 7 weeks, it's hard to release the tightly held cash.
I ran from Brunswick and Gertrude up to Bell Street. Well, I didn't run all the way. There was foot traffic and unexpectedly my flat mates seated outside a pub. Yes, I'm in a hurry. No, it's not a date. On we go. If you're running my direction and don't know where Bell Street, squint your eyes to see Madama Sousou's sign typography.
The restaurant's interior is welcoming and softly lit. Wooden tables and chairs are arranged for couples to larger parties, lighting is medium, our table candle unlit. The bar dominates the left side. If you peer past the bar and above, be sure to notice the wine bottles. Oh, and I hope you're flexible enough to squeeze through the bathroom doors if the need arises.
We were finished. Dessert could wait another day, especially at $15 prices.