Fonda @ 651 Glenferrie Road, Hawthorn –
Upon entering you will need to insert earplugs because the music is waaaay loud, and you’ll think you’re at a high school house party. Which made it all the more ironic that I saw my high school ex’s best mate and her boring husband there looking 10 years older than they are, which was fine cos I look fly 24/7 bish. Say NO to marrying your first love, my frands. Anywho, me and my bezdawg Warren G headed through the restaurant out the back to perch ourselves atop yellow seats in a courtyard that is decked out with a tonne of wood (lmao my fave), exposed brick (of course) and a little garden with a small wall painted by 20,000 orange highlighters. We ordered our meals after an argument about whether or not fish belongs in a taco (it does) and it arrived pretty damn promptly, delivered to us by a chill yet engaging waitress. We smashed the corn (with chilli powder and cheese.. not going to say they copied Mamasita but we all know which chicken came first…) then hooked into the pulled pork and YAS FISH tacos. The best was the quesadilla (or quizzy-dillah if you’re from the West) which had real gewwwwd chicken that tasted like it had had an actual life on a farm, scratching around with its mates and having little dirt baths until it’s head ended up as dog food, and its breasts ended up in my mouth. It was the perf amount of food and place for two long-term buds needing an hour of power to catch up and then bounce to go home to bed at 7pm – ffs can we please just all acknowledge that old people have it right eating at 530pm??