First time I went to Micawber Tavern (Belgrave) was about six years ago. It was memorable mainly because we – myself, Carmen and Liz, but I going to say mainly Carmen – decided that one patron looked exactly like Michael Bolton. ’You look like Michael Bolton’ we said, about a thousand times before posing for photos, etc. Thankfully, fake Michael was fairly amiable/accommodating; in fact, I imagine the experience was not dissimilar to meeting the real Michael. (Blasphemy? There goes my Michael Bolton fanbase).
Anyway, suffice to say, I had high expectations when Carney and I went back last week.
And expectations were met and exceeded! Micawber Tavern is the perfect pub – cosy winter inside and lush summer beer garden outside. We opted for inside ambiance and sat ourselves down at an enormous novelty beer keg, beneath a collection of ceramic pint jugs. Happy with that.
Food-wise, we’re talking standard pub fare – basic but good. Carney’s parma litmus test is whether or not it’s been made from actual chicken breast, which it had (tick). For my part, I ate an enormous piece of barramundi. It was so enormous I suffered from residual fullness most of the next day; others may consider stopping before reaching ‘stuffed sausage’ levels of discomfort. Usual offering of chips & salad OR mash and vegetables sides; MT were happy to accommodate the ‘chips and vegetables’ variation, which is the best of both worlds, gospel according to me. Good chips too, though the jury’s out on the tartare-served-in-a-shell.
Carney had an ‘old speckled hen’ (beer), good setting-sensitive choice. Because I am a wiener I asked for sparkling wine, perhaps not their strong point.
All in all, defo worth a visit.
