Milk and Honey

An Italian woman shared with me her ideas of milk and honey men. They are men that cherish, nurture and encourage you to to be the best you can possibly be. This was over stirring the biggest pot of sauce, that I have ever seen. It was in a basement underneath a school. As the women stirred, they gossiped and shared stories of men. I was removing the green bits from the worst strawberries, that I have ever met.
I digress this is a restaurant review after all.
Well Milk and Honey at Mullumbimby is like the milk and honey men. It is for me, as a paid up carnivore, inspires me to eat better and be nicer. The food is so fresh, mainly vegie...there are meat options, but quite frankly i don't give a damn. It is a cheap eat usually less than $20 per head for greedy people. Service is Mullum laid back and I have never been there when it it is not busy. The desserts are up with Phillip Searle's... I'm not a dessert eater, but despite my pleadings..you do have to order your own, otherwise no-one else will share.

If I was going to have last one meal before I left this earth, i would go to milk and honey. I would take a fine bottle of wine from around the corner bottle shop...sit out side amidst the passing traffic, order a salad, a couple of pizza and pretend that I would not order dessert.
I would love the friendly service and admire the maniac who sweats the wood oven and makes the best pizza ever. I would be amazed at the freshness and perfection of the salad, tremble at amazing taste of the whatever I ordered..they are all good. I would ask for chilli... and lots of anchovies...it is after all my last meal. But I would leave my last tastes for the dessert. I would still be amazed at the perfection of it all.