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Too much talk in the newspapers over the last few weeks — yet again — about Melbourne needing an icon. Something big, we've got to have some enormous building sticking out like dog's balls or we're not a real city — or something like that....

Grow up.

Much is iconic about Melbourne; the people, the bars and cafés, the trams. Tonight was an iconic Melbourne evening; meet after work for a couple of beers in the Goat brewery — hidden away on a Richmond backstreet, walk up the road for delicious pizza and staff who remember us at E-lounge, shoe-horned into a tiny table beside the fridge, then catch a rattly old drafty W-class tram back down Church street and the train home. Human-sized iconic.