The secret of Melbourne? Chorizo. I'm not sure how it came about, given the small spanish population, but Melbourne simply loves Chorizo. Breakfast? Chorizo. Lunch? Chorizo. Dinner? Chorizo. When it comes time for a Melburnian to be buried, the funeral meats are a plate of cold chorizo, maybe with a little hollendaise sauce on the side.
And, when the day comes to bury me, you might want to contact the DPC to do the catering. Because they're not afraid to throw around the sausage. Their chorizo wrap is big enough to beat a man to death. With the money you steal from his wallet, you might want to try the baked beans and chorizo on toast as well, maybe order a bit of hollendaise on the side.
They're cheap, they're tasty, they make a good cup of coffee, and they can give you a lot of chorizo.
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