Saturday, July 26, 2008

Super Parma.

Having a sign that says 'Number one Parma in Victoria' is like cutting off your ropes before you do a bungee jump: either you fly or some magpies will have your splattered spleen for dessert.
But the Palmerston Hotel in South Melbourne managed to pull it off, and I think most of the creative department were satisfied of yesterday's Friday 'Parmaquest', which is held weekly and I attend on an irregular basis.

Personally, I'm not too fussed about Parma's. The Australian's obsession over Parma is probably the equivalent of an Asian's obsession over the quality of cards in a casino: even if it's shit you'll do it anyway.

Having said that, it probably IS the best Parma I've eaten so far. Well priced and even the sides were well done. My liver's not too happy though.