Posts Tagged ‘dromana’

There’s always some point during the school holidays when, after you realise your kid can say “Peppa” from Peppa Pig but not “mama” from, you know, her parent, that maybe you should engage in another outdoor activity. And few things are more outdoors than the beach. (Man, I am smooth at introductions.) Anyway, in the middle of the holidays we packed up and took off down to Teach’s dad’s place down on the Mornington Peninsula to stay overnight. The Rocket was mostly good for the hour-long trip down the coast, but became less happy as the sun went down and she couldn’t read the fifteen books we piled on top of her for the trip. Once there, she was stoked to see her Poppy and they rumbled throughout the house while Teach and I stole away to the Dromana drive-in for a fillum. (Short review of Man of Steel: no chemistry between Supes/Lois, death toll in the millions, movie was meh, Henry Cavill is almost supernaturally handsome but needs to work out less because he is too lumpy.)



I really can’t express how much I enjoy the drive-in. The diner is fifties-style and all the workers were dressed up. And you can talk loud during movies and no one complains, unless they want to be poked repeatedly for the rest of the movie. Sadly, you have to clean up your own popcorn when you throw it everywhere in excitement. And your car is generally a kid-friendly location, though we decided not to attempt it this time around. I did realise that with a kid suddenly you might need one of those giant station wagons so you can watch it from the boot, and maybe we shouldn’t have bought a hatchback this year and maybe I can take it back to the car yard for a refund because they didn’t mention this problem when we bought it, THANK YOU BURWOOD MAZDA.



The Rocket slept fairly well that night and the next morning we all piled into the car for the drive to Rye, where I’d been recommended a playground by the pier. I don’t have any pictures because Teach’s dad got his enormous paparazzi camera out and took photos instead, but it is HUGE. And there were kids everywhere, because what is it, school holidays or something? It’s maybe a touch too grown-up for Rocket-sized kids, but there was a treasure chest to put her in and she shouted to go down the slide like twenty times, so she had much fun. We strolled down the pier and lamented the freezing weather as the water looked divine. Gosh, I love the beach. I cannot wait to go back when it’s sunny and fling myself off the pier into a stingray.



For lunch I’d discovered there was a place called Raw on Rye, and steered us towards it. I’m not quite sure about raw food – I don’t really subscribe to the idea behind it (apart from it being vegetarian, obviously) and I’ve been mostly disappointed by it, but I’ve also had the best dessert that I have ever tasted (even from before my veg days) at a raw food place in New York called Pure Food and Wine. So I was willing to give it a go.



The set-out is good and friendly. There’s produce around the place, couches, mismatched chairs, lots of toys for kids and a high chair. I ordered the “cheese” platter for two (for two? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED) while Teach had nori rolls and his slightly alarmed dad ordered a quiche. Run by only one very nice person, the wait time was a bit long (you really notice this when you have a kid you need to entertain) and the food, while fine, still hasn’t really sold me on the raw lifestyle. My cheeses were not cheesy in the least but more like interesting dips for the seedy crackers, which is great because anything involving a cracker makes me happy. The prices were a bit steep – mine was, I recall, $16, and the bill for all three came in around fifty dollars including a juice and plunger coffee. The Rocket wasn’t interested in sharing any of our food, which was a surprise, but, you know, BABIES, they can’t write blogs so I don’t know what her problem was.


She slept on the drive back home, which means we missed out on the other place we were intending to go, as recommended by my friend Sarah – the McClelland Sculpture Park, which is just off the Peninsula Link freeway and is apparently great. Still, next time! And there will be many.



Dromana Drive-In

133 Nepean Hwy


5987 2492


Raw on Rye

2411 Point Nepean St


0418 940 653


McClelland Sculpture Park

390 McClelland Dr


9789 1671


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cafe jett

Happy New Year, dear readers! Here we are, alarmingly, in 2013. Last year was pretty huge–baby! interstate wedding! moving house! various Teach injuries! family and friends with health problems I desperately want to conjure away!–and this year I hope will improve for everyone. This is a year I don’t have any resolutions or plans, apart from: clean skirting boards more frequently; do not kill loud new neighbour; make the baby laugh because it sounds hilarious when she does.


We spent NYE down at Dromana on the Mornington Peninsula, in a relative’s beautiful home overlooking the bay, along with our pals Liz and Rory. Luckily, they are used to babies, so a howling Rocket was no particular surprise for them, and she was actually pretty good–she stayed asleep throughout ALL the fireworks, including those happening in the house a few behind ours, and then woke up when Teach closed the sliding door of the balcony at the end. BABIES, YOU ARE WEIRD. Anyway, we also made our own pizzas, watched about twenty episodes of Archer, and ate biscuits and chocolate until we all went to bed with a stomachache. A good night, really. The next morning we all woke vaguely early and drove on down to the foreshore to source some food that didn’t come in a foil packet or a 1.25 litre bottle. We hit up Cafe Jett, the place we often go when we’re down here, thankfully open and with a few tables waiting (half an hour later it was packed out.)


I ordered the Jett Dukkah Toast: tomato and avocado on toast with dukkah and olive oil. Look, I order this particular type of item all the time but when they have it on their menu especially, instead of me insisting on it being made up, it is always much better. They have the amounts just right, and their cafe-brand dukkah and olive oil are tremendously tasty. I’d wish for more toast, but the one piece you’re served is pretty chunky so I’m just being greedy. Chris was a little disappointed in his milkshake (not vanilla-y enough, he says), but was happy with his wedges, and Liz and Rory seemed pleased with their food too. But I did forget to ask, because I am self-absorbed and mine was delish.



The menu states no alterations on a few dishes but they’re generally pretty accommodating, and they’ve always been friendly; one time I ordered falafel and one ball fell as I was served up; that single escapee was replaced with three. The cafe was won awards for access: there’s a ramp into the place, and signage saying if you need any assistance with hearing or disability, just ask. There’s high chairs, a kids’ menu, and free wifi; they even sell clothes for young and old, and you can buy the dukkah and oil and so on as well. Also, if you’ve called your kid Jett, let them know and you get to join their club. Hopefully it involves free food.


Cafe Jett

197 Point Nepean Road


5987 1911


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safety beach

With the Rocket born in March, and the six weeks after that being a haze of pain and awesome and toast, we pretty much missed the pleasant weather and fell straight into cold. And I am sulky as hell in winter, because it’s not the season to go to the beach and splash around, which is my favourite pastime. When I was pregnant, aka a whale, I basically lived at the beach, floating in the water and attempting whale sounds to call to my brethren. So I was desperate to take the Rocket to the beach as well so we could all enjoy sand and sun and etc and etc, and with Thursday declared twenty-seven degrees, we headed to Teach’s dad’s place on the Mornington Peninsula to take her to the water.

Twenty-seven degrees, pah. Well, maybe it was later in the day, but once we’d packed her up, put her in her cute new little suit, fed her and left the house, it was midday and still around nineteen, overcast, and windy. We pushed on anyway, and headed to Safety Beach. Which wasn’t a great idea as it was high tide, meaning there was about fifty centimetres of sand, and the wind had made the waves choppy. (Teach’s dad had warned me that the wind was strong and the back beach would be better, but apparently I thought I was smarter than someone who lives on the beach and surfs every day. Turns out I’m not.)

So we sat in the sand, dug her a little moat, dipped her feet in, and sat her down staying mostly away from the (cold) water until a surprise tide washed over her legs. I expected her to shriek (I think I did) but instead she flinched a little, then carried on. She wasn’t smiling as such, but when she has a new fun experience she usually spends her first time with it staring with a furrowed brow as if she is learning the mechanics of things (of course I am not a delirious parent who insists their child is ADVANCED. Except, the Rocket obviously is.) We were there for maybe fifteen minutes until a bigger wave washed up on her and she started crying, so we then launched into the epic ordeal that is Changing A Baby In Your Car. Upshot is she peed on the car seat (MY car seat) and sand will be everywhere forever. Despite all this I deem the day a success, even though it is nothing like the experience I had imagined, where we sat on soft sand under a cloudless sky as the water lapped lazily around our feet, Recycled Air by Postal Service played, the baby didn’t eat sand and I didn’t need an Instagram filter to make the day look sunny. Oh well.

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