We ate at a popular Italian restaurant in Ballarat, known as Michaelangelo. The walls were adorned with his sketches and portraits. In the middle of the dining hall was a huge fireplace. Above it, a scroll of menu hung. 
The bar counter was an assortment of bottles & possibly all sorts of alcohol one can find. Yummy desserts in the display-fridge.
Fred admiring the wall murals.
When the food arrived, we just got immersed into another world of colours and flavours. My very cheesy risotto & his more palettable seafood linguine.
This was our chorizo sausage wrapped in pita bread at Queen Victoria's Market.
And we wandered into this Chinese restaurant with a huge signage on 'Peking Duck' at Melbourne Chinatown. It was quite a pleasant treat except we couldn't figure out why the duck skin wasn't as crispy as we thought all roasted Peking ducks ought to be.
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