Forget every red sauce joint on Lygon Street - this tiny Sicilian corner side restaurant on the old Rumi site is pumping out gutsy share plates with friendly service and a beer list filled with Italian favourites. Brunswick East.
Melbourne's only Sardinian restaurant is fiercely difiicult to get into, features a set menu of Sardinian classics and has one of the most perilous staircases in the land. Don't leave without the suckling pig, if it's on. South Yarra.
You might go for lunch but chances are if you've the money and the time, you'll also end up staying for dinner. It's all about the scene at this Melbourne stalwart. And the frozen Avernas they immediately hand out if you look hungover. St Kilda.
Chef/owner Carmine Constantini is from Emilia Romagna. That means crazy wines, hard cheeses and prosciutto as far as the eye can see. It's a set menu, so prepare to be unprepared. Richmond.
If there's one thing (among the many things) Melbourne kicks Sydney's arse at, it's Italian food. Forget Ladro, forget Mr Wolf. DOC boasts some of the finest pizze in the land. Carlton South.