These are our favourite places for frocking up and impressing someone's pants off. You're welcome
First published on 21 Jan 2013. Updated on 17 Feb 2014.
It's a restaurant overlooking a motherlovin' lake friends. And we all know that wagyu, wine, and actual love is nothing if not enjoyed beside a large body of water.
Neil Perry's new marble shrine to pasta is ludicrously opulent, and that's what Valentine's Day is all about. NB: Expect to drop a bomb on your crab pasta.
Vue De Monde
There are still a few tables left in the restaurant at the top of the Rialto, but if you can't drop that much cash on dinner, you should at least hit up Lui Bar next door for a sky high cocktail at sundown.
Moon Under Water
Hidden out the back of the Builder's Arms pub is Andrew McConnell's white wonderland. It's a sharp operation from start to finish.
On one night, we've seen a 20-something couple and (we swear to god) an 80-something couple both getting misty-eyed over Ben Shewry's potato. That says it all.
Classic food, modern venue. The place to go if you want to do the Italian restaurant thing without feeling like a cheesy twat.
Tiny, hidden, intimate; this 13-seater tempura bar in a side street of South Melbourne is our pick for dining without a circus around you.
Wild flowers, candles, sheep skulls and mod-Brit cuisine matched to incredible local booze like Bress cider. Try and claim the courtyard if you can.
So pretty it hurts. This restaurant has the sort of effortless vintage-charm that makes singles proclaim through gritted teeth, "I'M SO HAPPY I'M FREE" and then cry into their soup.
Estelle Bar & Kitchen
Mod-Oz in an Art Deco diner. This is the hottest piece of eating action north of Fitzroy if you like all things molecular.
Rather have a wine and a snack?
The city has a golden glow from the deck here, and the Spanish snacks are the business.
Salume and natural wine. Sit on the street and hit Gelateria Primavera afterwards.
Bar Di Stasio
Order a lamb chop, have a Prosecco, listen to Andrea Bocelli.
Drink totes sophisticated Japanese booze and snacks while overlooking the Treasury Gardens.
Brooks of Melbourne
Hit up the subterranean lair for cocktails and chicken liver parfait pillows. Boom.