Cream of Cauliflower Soup and the No Repeat Workday

My work colleague was aghast.

 

 

“You get up just after four to go to a lunch?”

 

 

I nodded. “It’s my favourite lunch of the year. There’s significant tradition attached. I look forward to it like a bear does a nap.”

 

 

The flight from Adelaide to Melbourne means we’re in the city early with a big day of ritual and rigour ahead. At the Princess Theatre’s Federici Bistro we have a coffee and hot breakfast to open proceedings. The table service is a treat and sets an amicable tone.

 

 

For the third year running the weather is bright and sunny although it’s Colorado crisp. We then set off on a much-loved walk past Carlton Gardens and along Nicholson Street. We pause at a fetching terrace house whose for sale sign and engaging photos catch our eye.

 

 

“Righto. Let’s see who can guess the asking price,” suggests Trev.

 

 

“Eight hundred,” offers Andrew, a Port Lincoln resident where the real estate agents are often more aggressive than Boston Bay’s great white sharks.

 

 

“1.2,” I murmur without confidence.

 

 

“1.4,” Trev bids.

 

 

I check my phone. “1.6,” I announce. We walk on.

 

 

We swerve eastwards onto Rae Street. It’s technically afternoon when we push open the front door of the North Fitzroy Arms, but only just. Perce is sitting at his table with what appears to be a thimble of lager in his hand.

 

 

With a galaxy of stars on deck the Footy Almanac lunch is soon underway. Jack Hawkins is generous and humble. Gastronomically, three votes go to the Cream of Cauliflower Soup with Toasted Hazelnuts and Truffle Oil.

 

 

It’s a typically terrific afternoon of conversation and cups. Our old school mate and new recruit Andrew is related to half the planet. Of course, he and JTH are second cousins. As I’d expect for a footy community, I enjoy chatting over lunch and then in the bar about Tim Rogers, building schools in Uganda, Battery Point’s Prince of Wales Hotel and Paul McCartney, among other topics.

 

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Saturday, we take an Uber to Richmond’s All Nations pub. It’s the first in an endless stream of Toyota Camrys. I think it’s the law. Three votes go to the bangers and mash. It’s perfect pre-game tucker.

 

 

We then take my favourite annual bus journey in the All Nation’s slightly battered white van around the surrounding streets to the MCG. And before we can chorus, “complimentary shuttle” we’re on the 50-metre arc for Port and Carlton.

 

 

It’s a decent game with the conclusion in doubt until late in the narrative, but despite the affixed occasion of Kade Simpson’s 300th there’s a certitude about Port and their superior weaponry. Absent friend Chrisso’s nephew Justin Westhoff continues his evergreen form while Robbie Gray’s rubbery evasion allows the teal tribe to triumph. Ouch, it hurt my fingers to type this.

 

 

We’re then contractually obliged to adjourn to the Young and Jackson pub for the Crows and Eagles. It’s mostly a dispiriting affair and just as the season threatens to scarper to Bali on a cheap Jetstar flight we kick six goals to sneak home. We ring old friend and my cousin, Boogly for his birthday.

 

 

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Sunday is yet another bright, wintry day and we venture by Uber’s ubiquitous Toyota Camry to Lygon Street for lunch. We get that it’s highly competitive and times are tough, but vow to walk past any restaurant touting for our custom. Complimentary garlic bread fails to win us over. Call us stubborn.

 

 

We then find ourselves in the sun at a red-check tablecloth with a glass of Peroni. Our hosts are playing acid-jazz funk while the neighbouring diner has what sounds like Cannonball Adderley tinkling away. Somehow, this mash-up works and we munch our pizza and enjoy a languid hour.

 

 

Our weekend traditionally concludes at South Wharf’s General Assembly and in the Toyota Camry on the way there our Uber driver has the radio on Gold 104.3. He talks of its 10k No Repeat Workday as if it’s a triumph of modern marketing- “Just last week Narelle from Nunawading won the 10k!” Perhaps it is.

 

 

In the bar we’re sleepy and winding down like clocks. There’s an acoustic guitar duo playing in the corner and they have the rare skill of making every song, including some of rock’s finest tunes, sound like a Matchbox Twenty out-take. It seems sonically impossible.

 

 

Still, it’s been yet another fun weekend of footy and giggles, and we look forward to the 2019 edition.

 

 

About Mickey Randall

Late afternoon beer, Exile on Main St playing. Sport like cricket, most types of football, golf, squash, horse racing. Travel, with Vancouver my favourite city, but there’s nowhere I’ve not happily been. Except Luton. Reading. Writing about family, sport, music, the stuff that amuses me. Conversation. Wit. Irony. McLaren Vale cabernet sauvignon, Barossa shiraz, Coopers Sparkling Ale. Jazz and especially Miles Davis. Lots and lots of music. I live in Adelaide with my wife Kerry-ann and our boys Alex and Max.

Comments

  1. E.regnans says:

    “…with what appears to be a thimble of lager in his hand.”

    Well played M Randall.

    Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
    Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat

  2. Good to see you in Melbourne Mickey.

    You should have purchased the old terrace in Fitzroy for $1.6m. Bargain. Walking distance to the NFA.

  3. Peter_B says:

    Dismissed the Crows and Eagles in one para in favour of soup. Wise decision.
    I envy your stamina. I’d be asleep in the soup if I tried a boy’s trip these days.
    Looking forward to catching up soon. I’ll scour Perth menus for cream of cauliflower.

  4. Thanks E. regnans. Great to see you Friday.

    Ah, Paul McCartney. I recall Noel Gallagher meeting him for the first time and saying, “It were fooking brilliant. He’s my hero. I mean, I love Wings.”

  5. Luke Reynolds says:

    Another cracking lunch on Friday. Great to catch up again Mickey.
    Why WOULDN’T you get up at 4am for an Almanac lunch?!!!

  6. Rulebook says:

    Great stuff Mickey admire your stamina big time

  7. Wonderful Mickey.
    Writing as crisp as the morning Melbourne air.

  8. Thanks Dips. Excellent to enjoy lunch with you too. While I love going to the NFA I think a 750 kilometer remove may be a safe distance!

    As winter hasn’t really descended here yet Friday’s soup opened the broth batting for me this season PB, and it was a treat. See you soon.

    Thanks Luke. Entirely fitting to enjoy my first Chainsaw in your company too!

    Cheers, ‘Book. When I’m no longer a teenager these weekends may require extra recovery time!

    Thanks Smokie. At the NFA I always treat myself taking a few moments to drink in the photo of Percy and Gough (Whitlam, not Darren).

  9. Mathilde de Hauteclocque says:

    Hmmm … I left a comment earlier but it didn’t seem to stick.

    Mickey, I missed out on my Melbourne weekend in 2018 which made me sad. Especially since reading about yours. But I am happy that the previously insignificant cauliflower is now enjoying it’s moment in the sun. The Toyota Camry of 2018 it seems.

    Thank you.

  10. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says:

    See if you can swing another day off on Grand Final eve Mickey.

  11. Thanks Mathilde. On its own cauliflower isn’t much of a player but in a team context such as soup or a veggie bake it has a crucial run-with role.

    Lovely idea Swish but we’re booked to go to Clare for golf, the Magpie and Stump, karaoke and the footy. One year!

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