Yarra Night One: Beering it Up in the Wine Country

And thus it was after an agreeably pointy-ended flight to Melbourne, followed by a slightly less straightforward ride out to the country, that the Pricks found themselves in Yarra Glen, bang smack in the middle of the Yarra Valley at the start of the Australia Day weekend. As Sydneysiders, it was disorienting:

Don't go "Russian" this Imperial Stout!

Don’t go “Russian” this Imperial Stout!

After all, Yarra’s a relatively short run out from Melbourne, yet it was the start of the holiday weekend and the place was not, as we had expected, teeming with Melbournians. The Hunter Valley, Sydney’s closest comparable wine region, is at least twice as far from the Big Smoke and on any given weekend – to say nothing of a holiday – is over-run with tour buses, hen’s parties, and concert-goers banging through more cellar doors than a Kansas tornado. Not that we missed them, but walking down the drag, the big question was, Where is everybody?

Well, not the only question. There was a more pressing issue on the agenda, namely, Where the hell can a Prick go to get some dinner in this town? The Yarra Glen Grand most assuredly isn’t, and as for Chateau Yering, we were booked in the next night. Happily, down one end of Bell Street in what used to be the town’s bank we found the Hargreaves Hill Brewing Company. What a lovely spot. And again, why the place wasn’t completely over-run and turning people away at the door was a mystery to us.

No knocking this gnocchi!

No knocking this gnocchi!

Because there’s no better way to kick off a long weekend in the vines than with a few hand-crafted beers and some straightforward, locally-sourced gastro-pub cuisine. We teed off at the charming four-seater front bar; Mrs Prick dove straight into the Hefeweizen, a lovely number lighter than one expects thanks to a blend of wheat and barley. I worked my way around the taps: a sentimental favourite was the latest release of their “Phoenix” red ale, so named because its brewed every year in the brewery reconstructed after the Black Saturday bushfires. Happily it did not encourage maudlin or morose reminiscences so much as an almost Eastern serenity and calm. Though this could have also been a side effect of their Russian Imperial Stout, a big black bastard of a beer (words written entirely affectionately) weighing in at around 12% alcohol. Boom.

De-feathered friend

De-feathered friend

We made it to a table before things got too out of hand: time to eat. The menu is straightforward, local, broken down into “nibbles and starters” and “larger plates” with not too many items. Still there was much to tempt, including the specials, so we split the difference and shared the house-made gnocchi – a simple pan-fried gnocchi with feta and herbs. This was what I was hoping for – but did not quite get – at Sede a few weeks prior.

Steaking a claim ... too far with the caption-puns?

Steaking a claim … too far with the caption-puns?

Then, mains.  The Pricks are big fried chicken fans, and a few times a summer at the Stately Prick Manor Test Kitchens put Thomas Keller’s recipe through its paces. So we were both intrigued and concerned by the menu’s listing of “southern fried chicken”: Could a chef in country Victoria pull off such a quintessential American dish? Answer: Yes, and pretty well. Mrs Prick’s bird had spent a while in the brine, we suspect, which made it tender as all get-out, but the crust could have been crispier (though it hardly lacked in flavour. Meanwhile a 500g ribeye, from just over the hill in Gruyere, was ordered rare and came rare, and was a pretty perfect bloody (in both senses of the word!) steak. No room for dessert we walked off our meal, the better to get a good night’s sleep for the big day of swirling, sipping, sniffing, and spitting (as if) ahead.

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7 Responses to Yarra Night One: Beering it Up in the Wine Country

  1. Craig Mc says:

    I must try Hargreaves Hill. I stayed at a clever micro-brewery at Woodend last year, and you can’t beat having a bed within staggering distance from such a thing.

  2. Hoddle Boulevard says:

    You picked the wrong part of the Yarra valley. No one goes to Yarra Bend, except on their way to the snow. It’s just floodplain ex farmland. Stick to the valley proper.

    • Abu Chowdah says:

      Steak looks under done inside. Very common for Aussie chefs to cook rare or medium rare so that the interior looks raw. They need to get the grill heat right, time on grill and resting so the steak is pink throughout but not raw.. That steak looks sinewy and chewy. Suggest an education tour to the US for some lessons.

  3. Tony A says:

    It’s funny reading the first paragraph I thought “Here we go the Sydney boy is about to lay it on the Yarra wineries as not good enough, he should have gone to Hargreaves”

    So I’m glad you did, I finally managed to get out the one Saturday in November last year following the warrior challenge, a bowl of chips and tasting paddle were like manna from heaven after a 14km run. Fully intend to go again.

    For those that are wondering you can get the beer at the big green box liquor store run by woolies and the pricks are highly recommended the Extra Special Bitters, very refreshing with a peachy after taste.

  4. Stan says:

    Fantastic that people are getting into micro-breweries around Australia!

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