Melbourne’s festival bonanza continued throughout the summer, and February 9th dished up multiple options for us to enjoy.
An annual favourite, the St Kilda Festival was our first port of call (In truth the festival runs for a week, but the final day is the big one with headline bands) with the plan being to grab some beers and pizza early, before catching Bob Evans & Matt McHugh a little later (a couple of musical acts, not personal friends).
Banff, a small lounge on Fitzroy St and a personal favourite of ours was the venue to kick things off, and as usual the food delivered was up to our usual expectations.
The beer experience however, was a little unusual. The beer itself was fine, icy cold and flavoursome. Due to the festival however, the establishment was required to serve their drinks in plastic cups which we also had no problem with… until we realised that our 2nd lot of cups was smaller than the 1st.
Then we checked the cups with our 3rd round of beers, and they were even smaller than the 2nd round!
When this was queried, there was a bit of confusion at first, but when one round was waived from the bill, we were satisfied enough, and went on our merry way.
Despite the sun and the crowds, the heat was tolerable as a fairly gusty wind was about, so we began to make our way towards the St Kilda foreshore area (where the action usually takes place).
Above the din of the people, we began to hear the rhythmic beat of drums and chanted song, the source of which become quickly apparent.
Crawling along the road (well, it was being hauled by people) was a huge cart, and posse, of Hare Krishnas (they were also passing fruit out to the crowd).
The real music we’d come to see was still a couple of hours away, and the aforementioned wind was actually quite the nuisance the closer we got to the beach (whipping up sand which was pretty unpleasant), so we were a little torn on what to do.
There were some in the St Kilda area who were certainly appreciative of the high winds, and by the pier, we took the time to watch a few of these folk who were loving it, the Kitesurfers.
We made the call to give our 2014 St Kilda Festival a premature end, but we did have a plan B.
A short tram ride later, and we were back in the city to check out the 2014 Antipodes Festival (celebrating Melbourne’s Greek community).
I had visions Souvlaki stalls, and licking sticky fingers after indulging in too much Baklava.
Sadly, reality wasn’t as fulfilling, although I’m sure my waistline was appreciative of the fact.
Most of the food stalls didn’t seem very Greek at all, dishing up Hot Dogs and other goodies that were all deep fried (perhaps an homage to the old stereotype where all Melbourne’s Fish & Chip shops were run by Greeks?)
A couple of stages had some musical performances in Greek, and there was a dance troupe in traditional costume, but by and large, it was fairly disappointing when so many great food options could have been presented.
We left the city feeling slightly disappointed in how our day had concluded, but hey, at least we got to have some tasty beer and pizza!