Wild Grains Bakehouse — Restaurant in Melbourne

Healesville has Humanity. Wow. Just wow. Tired, hungry, frustrated and no lunch. Bus only leave lake Eildon in morning and had to get down later in the day. Got a ride with a friend and then hitched a ride from Buxton. Arrived healesville about 10:45 and had just missed the last bus. Tried getting a ride for the next 3 hours and really having an aching gut.

To avoid having to desperately dig through the bins for a bite to eat, i went to Coles who's staff though they may have wanted to help and I had the $$. Company policy restrained them.

I set my way to Aldi to see if anything was salvageable and the smell of the bakery gave me HOPE.

I knocked and asked, they delivered. Saving me the humiliation and shame of degradation.

The cooks that early morning did well even though I paid for the food, they provided for me at a needy time.

Blessed are you for you truly know what humanity is.

I'd come back anytime. The stomach grumbles and aches silenced at last.

P.s I couldn't drive down due to busted fuel line and whole other sob story. Not going to mess up the good stuff here.

Thank you and please remember to be kind, even despite the risks, yet for your safety be discerning what's...

On our way to our destination we stopped off at this bakery. Everything looked spot on! I ordered a mushroom pie and weak long black and partner ordered a pastie and latte. The filling in the pie was yummy however my pie was a mushy mess literally. The pastry was soft to the point the pie spilt over at the bottom, top, sides and back. The paperbag broke from the contents and i lost half my pie to the paoer bag. Partners pastie pastry was also soggy and soft like it had been microwaved yet the filling was yummy. Unfortunately it was a terrble coffee too, beans burnt and we just let it go. I had high hopes but was completely let down. Sorry but i wont be coming back. If you get your pastry more firm and you coffee All...

Whilst journeying through Healesville, I did first take my leave at the famed Beechworth Bakery, only to be sorely disappointed. The pies were dry as dust and utterly bereft of flavour—a most joyless feast, unworthy of the name.

Yet providence smiled, for I soon discovered Wild Grain Bakery, where true pie-making doth endure. Their crusts are golden, their fillings rich and savoury, and the service—delightful and swift, as though the staff were born to serve with cheer. If thou art a traveller in search of the finest pies, look no further: Wild Grain Bakery is thy...