In a handful of sleeps, the fourth annual Ballarat Beer Festival will be providing the good folk of Ballafornia, and beyond, with not only scores of purveyors of the finest golden liquid, but also an incredible music line-up, delicious food and entertainment for the whole family.
Feel like a big splash of Craic? Well the good folk at The Church Retro Café (135 C Albert Street, City Centre) are having an Irish night once a month, starting on the 25th, Saturday 6pm to 9 pm . Bring along your instrument/voice and join in! Free admission. Meals are $15 – includes Irish stew, beef and Guiness pie and to top it all off, they have a full bar licence. Get craicing!
I write this while a cheeky glass of Mitchell Harris’ Rosé seductively beckons me with its potent plop of oak and strawberry. Conjured from plump local Pyrenees fruit, it’s a perfect drop to celebrate the end of another long BallaFornian winter, and is a stupendous introduction to the glorious nectar that drips from the heavenly vines around here.
I’m happy to report that it won’t be the only locally-crafted glass of yum that I will be enjoying responsibly this month, because during November BallaForninan restaurants, pubs, cafes and bars will be putting on a spread of the finest Ballarat wines and food.
However, we often opined that all the Main Bar needed was an alfresco deck, two new bars, and live music to make it as close to perfect as possible. Well, bestill my pizza-lovin’, beer swillin’ heart, because those mad wishes will be conjured into reality and revealed when the revamped bar reopens on October 31st.
To ham or not to ham. The Courier delves into one of the most important questions of our time: should ham be added to a chicken parma. “THERE isn’t a meal that cannot be made better with the addition of some variety of pork product.” I smell a Walkley!
This is an evening of expertly crafted food, premium beers and some giggles. Peter Mitcham from ‘Beer Blokes’ will guide you through a bunch of beery gems, giving you hints and tips along the way to appreciate your golden drop.
Just over a year ago, my partner, toddler, dog, chooks and I decided to leave the spiralling house prices of Melbourne for the tree-lined financial Nirvana of regional Victoria.
Every weekend we drove through many quaint and ute-riddled towns. None of which quite ticked all the ‘happy home’ boxes. That was until one fateful day, when we brought our big city hunger and thirst to the gold rush city of Ballarat; the town in which we discovered our own nugget of tasty gold… The Mallow.