Serai Melbourne: Ross Magnaye’s new Filipino restaurant riffs on fast food hits
A fast-food favourite has unassumingly inspired some of the snacks at the city’s new Filipino restaurant, with these sliders a must order.
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Chefs and home cooks get inspo for new meals everywhere, even the Maccas drive-through. Have no shame Ross Magnaye, as your McScallop slider is a McHit.
Gloriously golden fried, smothered in crab fat sauce with sunny achara (unripe papaya pickle), in a toasted sweet pandesal bun – it’s that rebellious, middle finger to cheffy wankiness and humble cooking that gets me seriously excited about Serai.
The 50-seater opened three weeks ago in very Melbourne fashion, unassumingly down a grungy laneway off Little Bourke St, near where Magnaye and business partners Shane
Stafford and Ben Waters first met while running Rice Paper Scissors.
Serai has the same swagger as that Southeast Asian eatery, set in a similar dimly-lit industrial space awash with maroon bench seats, a soundtrack as funky as those natural wines on pour and most, if not all, food cooked over heaving woodfire.
But unlike RPS, Serai has a firm Filipino and native Aussie bent.
Take the kangaroo kinilaw ($22), an outback ode to the Philippines poster dish tumbling smoked and seared roo in a zingy chilli, lime and fish sauce combo over wood-roasted bone marrow. It’s gooey and chewy, herbaceous fresh with an unbeatable spice kick that jolts your tastebuds to attention. Smear over grill-branded bread for best results.
That same chilli energy is seen in the two-bite selat lumpia ($16 for two) — it’s a spring roll, disguised as a tart, with a wafer-thin pastry base filled with bright pineapple chunks, burnt coconut cream and smoked caviar. The latter gets a little lost among the heat and noise, but still makes for a marvellous snack.
Magnaye’s fire-fuelled antics continue with the lamb rib adobo ($18) that does delicious things with its sticky-salty-peppery vibe and fall-off-the-bone tenderness, and the larger plate of lechon (sucking pig, $45) hatted with glasslike crackle, juicy flesh brimming with more heat surrounded by quenching smoky/sweet pineapple palapa.
What’s most impressive is Magnaye’s deliberate push for Philippines ingredients or techniques in almost every dish.
The calamari ($24) is fished from South Australian waters, flame-kissed on that grill and piled high on a pool of lip-tingling ’nduja made from sweet Filipino sausage (longanisa).
It’s the same with Ralph Libo-on’s cocktails and mocktails ripe with native fruits and shrubs from the island nation. Magnaye makes a mean calamansi-cello that’ll have you sensibly leaving the car at home and glugging Gatorade the next day.
The trio are also responsible for those trendy natural wines flanking the bar adjacent to the kitchen. While admittedly the lads are seasoned drinkers not winemakers, I tip my hat to the food-friendly choices, particularly Mildura’s Mandi friulano, that crisp Barossa Valley white blend by Sigurd and super juicy, red-fruited Delinquente montepulciano.
Desserts do not disappoint, either. You could end on the playful, splice-like pinoy-colada or the choc-coated gaytime (both $10), or come full circle by ending on the traditional taho ($12), which tastes like the Philippines’ answer to a Maccas sundae – rich with whispy tofu soft-serve, sticky muscovado syrup and bouncy tapioca beads. Delish.
Young chef Magnaye doesn’t miss a beat with honest, unpretentious cooking true to his roots, while introducing the city to a new world of flavours — without the wank.