A tale of woe to be sure… as they would have said in the old days.
Last week Mrs Dave read a story in Epicure, in The Age, about “Australia’s Best Vanilla Slice”. It was purportedly served from the fish and chip shop in Flinders. Flinders is 96 kms from Melbourne and is not a trip for the faint hearted in search of Vanilla Slice greatness.
After an exceptional breakfast at Mario’s on Saturday Mrs Dave and I decided we would make the trip. We’ve been on a bit of a vanilla slice thing lately and the promise of the best in Australia was too good to resist.
Clearly the publicity had done its job.
We took the drive down to Flinders and found the fish and chip shop, most notable from the enormous banner on the front saying “Australia’s Biggest and Best Vanilla Slice”. As we parked we noted that the shop was quite busy and felt happy about our journey in search of…
We walked in and ordered some fish and chips and sought out the vanilla slices and I must say that one of their claims was correct. It was the biggest. It stood about 15cm high and was what could only be called a slab at 40cm x 30cm. We ordered our slice to share and waited for the nice girl to carve it off for us. Our serve was about 10cmx10cm [x15cm tall].
We then headed down to the beach to have our highly anticipated lunch and dessert.
This was when the wheels fell off. Although the f&c’s were not promised to be anything spectacular, they were exactly that, anything but spectacular. But we had our vanilla slice to come. We felt ebullient. It was horrible. Mrs D and I could only force two mouthfuls at most.
Now I know that Vanilla Slicery is a subjective topic at the best of times but I can assure you that the good wife and myself are, what some would consider, well versed in the topic. We were promised Australia’s Best Vanilla Slice and that’s what we were expecting.
The search continues