Eating my way through the best (and worst) restaurants
so you don’t have to.
Who is Strawberry Toast 🍓?
The dramatic diner who reviews everything from plating to playlist.
I dish out honest food reviews, full-on ambience audits, and whether that “viral” dish was actually worth it.
If you care about vibes, service, and whether the chairs are comfy, you’re in the right booth.
Because this slice?
🍽️ Judges food like it’s auditioning for MasterChef
💅 Refuses to eat in bad lighting
👀 Might cry over a perfect dessert (or a $36 regret)
If you want snack-sized reviews with full-course personality, this is the slice for you.
If the dessert isn’t life-changing, I’m suing for emotional damages.
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Yes, I review food. No, I will not be taking criticism of my criticism.
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That first bite? Instant serotonin.
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If the dessert isn’t life-changing, I’m suing for emotional damages. ..... Yes, I review food. No, I will not be taking criticism of my criticism. ..... That first bite? Instant serotonin. .....
The Review that Started It All
“I don’t just eat to taste. I eat to feel. And apparently, I write to remember.”
Before the Toast Empire, before the Canva spirals and iced long black metaphors —
there was this.
A February degustation.
A tiramisu that changed my life.
And a bread roll so good, I built a steak sandwich and a personal brand in the same night.
I didn’t mean to start a blog.
I just had feelings.
And carbs.
But somewhere between the charred cabbage and peanut butter gelato, I realised:
“I don’t just eat to taste. I eat to feel. And apparently, I write to remember.”
This was the night it all began — the very first toast.
Let’s raise one to that. 🥂🍰
🍓 Tap to open the PDF — the chaotic degustation that launched a Toast Empire.
Fresh off the Toaster - Strawberry Toast
Two bowls. Two mornings. One emotionally bruised but well-fed girl. This is Part 1 of my Melbourne set meal spiral, where Ondo's pork broth resets my soul and Kombu QVM finally lets me eat ochazuke without fear of fish.