Halfway through taking a friend for a driving lesson around the mountain, I needed to wrap my white knuckles around something other than my passenger side handles. Me being me, I chose liquid stimulant number one.
To get to Mt Coot-tha Lookout, the Kuta Cafe, the Summit Restaurant, and the gift shop, drive up Sir Samuel Griffith's drive (from the highway side) and follow the brown sign halfway up left to finish the rest of the windy way up. You'll hit a roundabout at which you'll turn left and be greeted with diagonal parking. If it's full, keep going and there's a small parking bay to your left. If it's full, keep going and there's a few side parks on the road back down. If they're full, turn left before you hit the give way sign to enter into another carpark. Confused yet? Then catch a bus.
Ambience ***
I can't comment on the gift shop - I'm a local, I don't need souvenirs, so I'm not going to bother myself with the gaudy wheelarounds cluttering up the shop.
The cafe is fairly obvious as you'll see oversized umbrellas and tables and chairs aplenty all over the deck area. They look smart and new in stark contrasting colours against the sandstone garden barriers. They're well placed, as even from inside we could see a decent view.
There are numbers on the tables, and if you haven't been here before, you need to know: they make you pick your table before you order. I know it's weird, why can't they just give you a table number like every other cashier service cafe in existance? So it's really NOT solo diner friendly. You'd need to pick a table, run up and stand in line for 10-20 minutes, and then hope someone hasn't already ordered for your table, or if successful, return to your table after ordering, hoping some other schmuck hasn't sat down to hear the bad news, ending you up in 2 possible awkward situations. It's been a while since I visited the cafe (and was heading for the adjacent restaurant anyway), so I'm not sure if things have changed or always been this way. Difficult enough was that my guest (learner driver) insisted on paying for my food and drink (have I mentioned I'm fussy?), hence she had to be the one to order while I sat guarding our table.
This table number situation has clearly distracted me past the point of enjoying any of the ambience the cafe could have to offer. Still. Over a week later.
Service ***
I assume the cashier was friendly enough, my friend had no complaints; our waiter who brought the food and drinks over looked very nervous, very unsure, and very hassled. He was the only one I could see, and given it took at least 30 minutes for our morning tea to arrive (scones, muffin, and coffee on a busy day), I'm not surprised if he was over the gig already. I sat there trying to figure out whether, as a gimmick attraction the owners of the cafe don't care about repeat business and just want to pull in as much one-off dosh as possible, or whether half the staff had called up sick with the rest on holiday.
Food ***
As afore-mentioned table-guarding was taking place, I didn't get a chance to look at the menu, which SUCKS. I really like to know what I'm ordering. I asked friend for a flat white and scone (did not expect her to know what a Devonshire tea was and wasn't eager to explain it), and she ordered for herself a blueberry muffin and cappucino. The coffee was hot enough for me when it came out, but my grandma would say it was too cold; the flavour was spot on, though, might be a bit strong for others, but perfect for me. The scones were smooth and buttery in texture, though I've cooked in enough cafes to know they were same shape as the Sara Lee ones which come in a caterers slab to be cut up and thawed in cling-wrapped pairs before being zapped hot for the customers. Hey, they may not be, I could be wrong, but I'm 75-85% sure I'm right - and I'm not dissing it, I happen to like Aunty Sara's cooking. There was, however, the dreaded sploodge of cream gun cream. Ok, it's cream just like any other thickened cream, but a Devvy tea is just depressing when it's not done with dollop or double thick cream. The jam was at least not in portion control sachets, I have to admit, that, other than the generically good tasting scones was the meal's saving grace. I'm not saying it was housemade jam, I know Beerenberg sells jam in 2L tubs, I'm just saying it was a touch of relief to what was an otherwise blah plate.
Additional notes
The cafe does take-away, so if you want to step up to the higher platform, get your coffee or muffin to go! They also have ice-cream.
I can't comment on prices, as I didn't pay. I do recall (back in the day) the prices weren't too bad for tourist prices.
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