Another legend of the Brisbane food scene, another five-star rating. My night at Montrachet was absolutely memorable, and it was pure coincidence that the new dress I wore to dinner at a French restaurant had fine horizontal stripes on the top half. I swear I wasn't dressing to a theme.
Hot tips: take only one companion with you, whether it be your mum, your main squeeze, or your best friend. Sit at the bar for your meal. I think the tables, while they are beautiful, don't give you the full joy of the wonderful service at Montrachet. Sitting at the bar means you really get to watch the show, and it's way too hard to hold a conversation between three or more people at a long, straight bar.
Montrachet gets five stars from me because almost every dish was memorable, the service was charming, the setting was elegant, and days later I am still talking about how great my evening was. Even while dining at a super-classy restaurant last night, I was comparing it to Montrachet, or talking about some of the great things about Montrachet while I should have been focusing on the place at which I was currently dining.
The food: French, French, French. Owner Thierry bustled around the restaurant, greeting everyone, recommending wine, shaking hands. We ended up choosing the set seven-course degustation, and from the amuse bouche of roquefort brulee I could tell we'd be in for a treat. Cheese with a sugary crust! I haven't had a lot of fine French in the past, but from my first taste of Coquilles St Jacques I wondered if I should consider going French-only for the rest of my life. Another highlight of French dining: ALL THE BREAD. With every course, our delightful young waiter would hold out the bread basket to us yet again, and we were encouraged (ENCOURAGED, MUM!) to mop up the leftovers. Nnngh, amazing.
We finished our evening with a creme brulee (how could we not?) and a glass of dessert wine, compliments of Thierry. A perfect night. Merci beaucoup, Montrachet. The dîner était délicieux. read more