So, you know how there was a reality TV show called My Kitchen Rules? Well, there was, and two people on it either won it or came close to winning it and then they ran off and set up their own restaurant and this is that restaurant.
I came here with dear old mater on a mumsy-sonsy date. She was armed with a voucher of some description that gave us a share-style meal for two with entree, mains and dessert and it kinda sorta almost blew me outta my pants the food was that good. I don't know what I expected, but whatever those expectations were, they were exceeded. Is that possible? Anyway, that's what happened.
Entrees were beet, goats cheese and rocket salad with walnuts, some kingfish sashimi served with grapefruit and watermelon, and salt and pepper calamari with chilli, all excellent.
Main was this giant slab of beautifully juicy sirloin cut into thick slices with sides of Parisienne mash, wilted spinach and baby chats and adorned with caremalised onions. I didn't know whether to salivate or masticate, so I did one then t'other. It was so big we couldn't finish it, which is some kinda travesty I tells ya.
Dessert bordered on molecular gastronomy. There were three things, the winner being a kind of hard toffee ice cream larded with frozen fruit and topped with a cube of the most delicate pineapple jelly that melted on your tongue so fast you weren't sure you actually ate it at all. There was a chocolate pudding with raspberry coulis and one other thing that I can't remember because sour apple cocktail.
Oh, and we were the only ones there on a Tuesday night. I mean, place was just dead. Which was fine with me. More for us. read more