cocuk escort bayan bayan cocuk escort bayan bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan sex escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk sex karimi sikin lütfen orospu cocugu egemen orospu cocugu egemen Karini sikerim bu adamla calisan herkezi sikecem, sizof birazzers porin birazzers porin Karini sikerim cocuk escort cocuk escort bayanbayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan brazzers porn brazzers porn brazzers porn brazzers porn brazzers porn brazzers porn brazzers porn cocuk escort bayancocuk escort cocuk escort bayani escortu cocuk ankara cocuk escortu ankara cocuk escort bayani cocuk escortlarim cocuk bayan escortu cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayanicocuk escort cocuk escort bayani escortu cocuk ankara cocuk escortu ankara cocuk escort bayani cocuk escortlarim cocuk bayan escortucocuk escort cocuk escort bayan escort cocuk ankara cocuk escort ankara cocuk escort bayancocuk escort cocuk escort bayan cocuk escort bayan escort cocuk ankara cocuk escort ankara cocuk escort bayan cocuk escortlaricocuk escort cocuk escort bayan escort cocuk ankara cocuk escort ankara cocuk escort bayan cocuk escortlari cocuk bayan escort cocuk bayan escort cocuk escortlari cocuk bayan escortOrospu escort cocuk escort cocuk escortu demetevler cocuk escort kizilay cocuk escort kecioren cocuk escort etlik cocuk escort

Brutale

Written by on 17 September, 2013 in Bars and Restaurant News, Restaurant Reviews - No comments
brutale10

First it was Tonka, emerg­ing from the ashes of Honky Tonks. Then it was Pony, re-emerging as the new-look Boney. Now, in keep­ing with Melbourne’s cur­rent trend of the city’s (grungy, slightly dirty, incred­i­bly well-loved) party places of yore being com­pletely revamped into trendy eater­ies, the Corrs Lane space that was once Euro­trash has of late begun a new life as Croatian/Balkan restau­rant and bar Brutale.

Those of a cer­tain mid-twenties vin­tage will no doubt remem­ber the nights of debauch­ery that Euro­trash were con­ducive to, and will con­se­quently have their minds blown just a lit­tle upon walk­ing into Bru­tale. We’re going to go out on a big ol’ limb here and declare this: we def­i­nitely, con­clu­sively pre­fer Bru­tale. Is that because we’re a lit­tle older, or because the food and drink and ambi­ence at Bru­tale is just plain bet­ter? What­ever the rea­son, we’re going to stand by it.

Head chef and co-owner Daniel Dobra’s Croatian-Australian upbring­ing pro­vides the inspi­ra­tion for Bru­tale. Nigh-on all the dishes on Brutale’s menu are either inspired by the dishes of the Dobra fam­ily din­ner table, or directly use a recipe handed down from grand­par­ent to par­ent to son.

Accord­ing to the friendly and heavily-tattooed Dobra, “Father’s Chips” were a nightly fix­ture, served with every fam­ily meal. The wild boar-stuffed paprikas are inspired by dad, with grandma pro­vid­ing the recipes/inspiration for the tra­di­tional cab­bage rolls stuffed with smoked ham, beef and rice, as well as the Croa­t­ian donuts.

“Everything’s made with love.” Dobra explains. “Nothing’s on the menu for the sake of being on the menu, every­thing has its place and is there for a reason.” 

The sto­ries behind Brutale’s menu and jour­ney to being are fas­ci­nat­ing, and obvi­ously close to Dobra’s heart, but how does the hearty Balkan fare taste? We can con­firm: deli­cious. To start, try a plate of fried pick­erels or grilled cala­mari, or the roasted red paprikas along­side a ‘kaj­mak’ sauce that caused my ban­quet com­pan­ion to throw cau­tion to the wind in order to fill up on sauce soaked bread. The afore­men­tioned cab­bage rolls and stuffed paprikas were also high­lights, as were the Croa­t­ian donuts.

Even more than those high points how­ever, Brutale’s (five hour) spit roasted pork caused some rap­tur­ous mouth-full cries of delight from our table. Served with an apple sauce and crack­ling (as well as those kick-ass ‘Father’s Chips’), it’s one of the stars of the menu.

In keep­ing with the Balkan theme, Bru­tale offers a num­ber of the region’s beers, as well as a num­ber of Croa­t­ian wines. Of par­tic­u­lar inter­est how­ever, is the exten­sive col­lec­tion of Rak­ija avail­able, appar­ently the alco­holic “inspi­ra­tion for the many poets and drunk­ards that wan­der the Balkans”. Have some to get you going before din­ner, and then to keep you going halfway through.

For those feel­ing espe­cially inde­ci­sive and you’re in pos­ses­sion of a rav­en­ous appetite, try the Dobra Fam­ily Ban­quet, an epic (in the truest sense of the word) selec­tion of dishes that invites you to become a mem­ber of the Dobra clan for a night and results in a hell of a con­tented food coma (#truestory).

There’s a sense of fun about Bru­tale, a vibrant and slightly mis­chie­vous air to the goings-on. This is a good thing, one which com­ple­ments the sort of rau­cous shared din­ners that the hearty menu and end­less vari­eties of Rak­ija are con­ducive to. Dobra him­self adds to the restaurant’s friendly fam­ily din­ing room ambi­ence by greet­ing din­ers, and wel­com­ing those who par­took in the ban­quet into the fam­ily for the night. Hand-claps from the kitchen her­ald the readi­ness of a dish, a disco ball hangs from the ceil­ing, and a pig car­cass hangs in the door­way. Old-world por­traits adorned with pigs heads line the walls, and a DJ spins records all night, even on a Tues­day evening. On the week­end, a selec­tion of dishes are avail­able until midnight.

Brutale’s just as good for a late-night week­end detour for a snack and a rau­cous beer with pals as it is for an epic ban­quet of hearty Croa­t­ian fam­ily favourites taken to town and to a high qual­ity restau­rant set­ting. Come with a big appetite, a posse of friends, and the right mood for a relaxed night of good eat­ing and good drink­ing (and prob­a­bly a sub­se­quent food coma).

Bru­tale
18 Corrs Lane
Melbourne
 
On Venue­mob

Brutale on Urbanspoon

About the Author

Rebecca is a nerd from Melbourne, via Adelaide and South America. She goes by Reb, not Bec, and you can follow her on Twitter if you'd like. @RebNotBec

Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>