It’s been a long week, constant stress, endless mountains of paperwork and you’re barely scraping past those cutthroat deadlines. Just another typical week for your average Joe, yearning for the sweet, sweet nectar of the Gods to revitalise his tired soul as soon as the clock strikes 5. A couple of beers and some parma’s. Ain’t nothing more patriotic than a schooner of liquid courage and a flattened piece of fried chicken with tomato sauce and cheese. With Mrs. Parma looking that happy, surely we can be happy too with her pair of erm… Parma’s.
Mrs. Parma’s is located on the far end of Little Bourke Street just around the corner from Parliament Station. The layout is simple, a traditional pub that dishes more than your Tuesday $10 specials Parma. There a total of 12 variations from your original to some quirky toppings like vindaloo sauce, bratwurst or even a mexican twist with some guac and sour cream. So yes, it’s good to come with some friends if you want to try most of the more experimental offerings.
I ordered the ‘Pepperoni’, just the standard Parma with Pepperoni and chilli flakes on top.
Nothing too fancy but nothing bad I could fault either. The service was friendly and quick. The recipe is simple at Mrs. Parma’s – a base level of your chicken Parma and your choice of toppings on top. Does it work? Yes and no. I was a bit sad that there was no beloved ‘Hawaiian’ option which I assumed would be a staple, if you’re Australian. Minus 1 point for being Un-Australian. That being said, these Parma’s as mentioned by a lot of people are ginormous. Nothing says ‘Oi, oi, oi’ more than a generous slab of fried chicken that encourages overeating. I take that unpatriotic point back.
3 moustaches out of 5!