I've driven past this venue so many times and had always wanted to go in. The menu boasted tantilising delights with a view overlooking Bulli and beyond.
My husband and I made the long trip down on a Saturday night, feeling lucky that they were able to squeeze us in....as they sounded so busy on the phone; unfortunately it was lie.
When we arrived there was no one around, we had to wait for a straggler staff member who looked like she'd rather jump off the cliff out back than work the bar. We entered the venue to be met by a lonely table and a large spastic birthday party of what could only be described as Wollongong's finest.....you know, the ones you see loitering outside centrelink crying about a hard life but refuse to find any sort of employment. Again, i should've taken this as a sign to leave.
We sat down and ordered the salt and peper calamari.....the whole time my instincts screaming at me to leave; but i sadly ignored it.
Our entree came out....what should've been crispy, crunchy tender flavoursome squid was strips of chewy calamari swimming in grease; served with a shop bought hot mayonnaise.
Our mains weren't far behind....again, i have remorse for not trusting myself and now suffer from ptsd for enduring such horid food.
My main was filet of beef.....it should've been seasoned, succulent and juicy, served with mashed potatoes and a medley of vegetables. However it sadly was not. It was a rare, seasonless piece of cow that died and slopped on my plate. You'd think a "chef" would've shown some respect towards the animal and atleast season it. The mash was cold.....like my heart at this point and the vegetables???? Well its like they threw whatever was going to go in the bin that night onto my plate. Grilled tomatoes? Screw it throw it on the plate, asian greens?? Eh fuck it, throw it on there to. Sauce???? Make sure its stone cold.
The lack of care of my dinner was only met by the missing salt and pepper shakers and the servers....at this point i felt i wanted to jump off the cliff behind the dark, dated restaurant whos carpark looked like a pefect place to be sexually assaulted.
I disgress, now my husbands main of grilled barramundi....well ladies and gentlemen; if you'd like to have to stop half way home to throw up your stomach contents and contemple suicide then please order their barramundi. Fish was not grilled, not really sure what it was besides cold, served with mashed potatoes that were mixed with salad. Yes, it is as though the "chef" in all his divine wisdom thought "hey.... why just have cold mash, when i can mix left over salad into it".
Please stay away from this restaurant, there's a reason it's not lite up at night and has a retarded entry and carpark. Its pretty much telling you its not worth it entering.....just like the cheap hooker you'd take there to feel loved. Also not worth the sickening regret the next morning. read more