Everybody rushes to Miss Marple’s because let’s face it. An english cottage in a quaint little town is much more appealing to have tea in than the tiny not-so-shiny shops next to it.
As a result, many will overlook the treasures and the amazing gems that these tiny shops hide within them. Like Ripe cafe, who is literally just a few steps away from the always-crowded Miss Marple’s. But those in the know will know that Ripe is the cafe to be at. And not its imposing and often way-too-crowded neighbour.
Entering Ripe, one is greeted by jars and jars of jam, conserve, chutney and other local produce. The dining hall doesn’t sit many, but the roaring fire in the midst of the room makes the entire room warm and welcoming. It made us feel immediately at ease, especially with the rather heavy fog creeping onto us.
Settling down in front of the crackling fire, I wriggled my toes happily as I spotted the lemon tart grinning widely at me through their display counter. I knew what I was having for tea!
My afternoon tea mates were the usual housemate tag-along, Violet and Jimmy America. Lovely company, beautiful settings, roaring fire and a lemon tart to cuddle. What more could a girl ask for on a Sunday afternoon?
Jimmy and Violet ordered a sandwich. I’m afraid to say that I have forgotten which sandwich it was. My focus of the afternoon was most delightfully focused on the lemon tart that I was already eating with my eyes, so have a delightfully blurred photo for this nameless sandwich.
I didn’t taste it, so I can’t vouch for it. But I do believe Jimmy and Violet both enjoyed it.
But let’s move on to my dish. Lemon tart.
I should explain the obsession: at the time we visited Ripe, I was craving Lemon Tart. Major Craving.
I tried to hunt down lemon tarts in my area, but was terribly disheartened after tasting a particularly tasteless and unsatisfactory Lemon Tart at Chadstone. I could have made my own, but I didn’t feel inspired to make it. I just wanted to eat it.
So how did the lemon tart at Ripe fare? It was amazing. Every bit as sweet and as tart as I wanted it to be. It was a foodgasm in my mouth and I was in 7th heaven. Lemon Tart? Oh yeah, baby.
That hit the spot so well, it cured the craving immediately and I haven’t craved lemon tart since. And if I did, I know where I’d be going for my hit. Oh Ripe.
*wipes drool off keyboard*
The housemate ordered an Apple and Rhubarb Crumble. Unfortunately, this was after my crumble adventure, so this crumble really fell flat. It just didn’t pack a punch like our crumble did.
So we won some, and we lost some. But I’ve heard that their Baguettes are to-die-for, so I’ll most definitely be back to try it out again. Besides, who can say no to warm lazy Sunday afternoons and the most delightful teas?
Ripe – Australian Produce
(03) 9755 2100
376-378 Mount Dandenong Rd