I have learnt many things in this short little life of mine, but none so important as this:

Never, ever, make a man go shopping on an empty stomach.

It is simple rule, but one that is oh-so-easily-forgotten when a girl is faced with the excitement that is warehouse sales and the ability to purchase inexplicable quantities of oil and chocolate.

It is a good thing, then, that men-who-submit-themselves-to-semi-necessary-shopping are also rather good at locating the nearest place to grab a bite afterwards.

Even more fitting then, that the place appointed to grab a bite was named “Bite” (and oh, there I go with my non-witticisms! I apologise. Profusely.)

I’d been to Bite before, one sunny Wednesday afternoon some two-and-a-half or so years ago. Back in the days when I spent my days decked out in all things fashionable and wore makeup as a rule, rather than as an exception.

In the days of marketing at a giant cosmetics conglomerate, where running up three flights of stairs whilst carrying a box full of product samples was par for the course, and where everyone was always on a diet of coffee and water and coffee again.

It was a farewell lunch. I think. And I was the only person who ordered anything heartier than a salad. Hm.

Not so today, as the sun played hide and seek behind a swathe of clouds and the VTB umm-ed and ahh-ed over whether to get a coffee.

“If you get a hot chocolate, I’ll share it with you?” said I, and like that the deal was done.

The hot chocolate was milkier than it was chocolate, but no matter, for it was essentially his and not mine, and there was just under 5 kilograms of assorted chocolate sitting in the car for us to make amends with.

Dreary Saturdays call for porridge, and it was porridge I got for the grand ol’ price of $9.50 and came warm and brown-sugary with a drizzle of berries and a dollop of yoghurt hidden in the middle.

A splash of milk, and then another before spoonfuls of warm deliciousness were downed with gusto.

The VTB had other thoughts, and selected a bacon & egg roll with spinach and tomato relish. Which was delicious, but not porridge. (And those of you who have ever had porridge on the brain will understand why I am so fixated. Those of you who have not… well, I guess, would not.)

And like that, the meal was done. So off we trekked back through the cloud covered streets and to a car with its boot full of goodies, and still no idea about what to do with all of that oil and chocolate.

Bite @ the Providore’s market
24A Ralph Street, Alexandria
ph +61 2 9669 2412

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