GPO Sydney
Downstairs from the foyer, 1 Martin Place
P: 02 9229 7777
A month or so ago we went north for a weekend, staying in Sydney overnight. We asked the concierge where he’d recommend for a great steak, since we were in a carnivorous mood. He suggested Prime Restaurant, also advising that it was difficult to find. And it was, until we worked it out.
Prime feels like a cave under the GPO, albeit a nicely turned out cave. Its stone walls, arched doorways, curtains and dim lighting all contribute to the feeling of being in a hidey-hole, possibly doing something illicit.
We were squeezed around a centre booth-style table, with the table having to be moved for us to get seated (and no, not because of monumental girths; even a supermodel would have had trouble getting into the seat without moving the table at least half a foot), and menus were presented. That’s when we realised exactly how dim the lighting was – we couldn’t read the menus. We tried tilting them towards the (fake) candle on the table, still with little success. Finally I got my phone out and used the screen to provide enough light to read by, and squinted my way through the menu. This is also why there are no pictures to go with this post. They must have switched the lights on to full-power for the pictures on the website.
Chewing on some particularly good bread (from memory, slices of a brown sourdough loaf) while we decided what to eat, we thought that while we were feeling steak-y, we weren’t overly hungry, so figured we'd share an entree before moving onto our mains. I don’t recommend doing this if you like more than a taste of each of the cured assiette of air dried wagyu and Kurabota pork served with pickled vegetable and onion marmalade. A beautifully presented plate contained one small artistic coil of each of the meats, with a small pile of the said vegetables. Half of each coil really wasn’t quite enough to fully appreciate what was, in actual fact, some really nice wagyu and pork. There was a sizeable dollop of the onion marmalade, which was equally tasty, and which we piled onto our bread to enjoy more fully.
From there, onto the mains. Steak orders come with roasted cherry tomatoes, potato one of two ways (pureed, or a frittata-style wedge), and sauce. I chose the 220g Black Angus fillet, apparently from Glen Innes in Northern NSW (good country up there!) cooked medium-well, while J had a different cut... I can’t remember... possibly the sirloin on the bone, cooked well. We also ordered a side of something... possibly vegetables... sorry, my memory has, as always, failed me. In any case, you know the food is good when conversation stops entirely once it arrives. All you could hear from our table was “mmmMMMmmm... try this!” and variations thereof for a good 5 minutes or more. The steaks were cooked perfectly, and so tender that you could have cut them with a butter knife. The potato puree was smooth, creamy, and rich with flavour. Similarly the other serving-style of potato was delicious, with a beautiful flavour.
Despite feelings of fullness, desserts were ordered. We ordered two different flavours of sorbet each, and these were well-done without being remarkable.
Prime is also apparently a top choice for wagyu, although I can’t comment on how they do it (maybe next time). I notice they also offer an express lunch menu which looks interesting. Unfortunately its just a little too far away for me to make it for lunch during my workday.
I’d definitely eat at Prime again. Prices are a little high, but the food is superb, and the staff are friendly, cheerful and helpful. I’ll just have to remember to take a torch.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Aria Sydney
1 Macquarie Street, East Circular Quay, Sydney 2000
P: 02 6252 2555
My trip to Sydney finished with a dinner at Aria in Sydney. We had high hopes for the meal, knowing Matt Moran's reputation. Things started REALLY well.
J ordered the pork belly for entree. He reported that it was simply divine. The pork was tender and succulent, and the croquette delicious.
I ordered the special of the night, ocean trout with big orange roe, quail egg and potato. Words can't describe how much I enjoyed this dish. It was so beautiful and so simple.
For mains J ordered the raviolo. It sounded quite nice on the menu, and in fact I very nearly ordered it myself. Alas, the real thing didn't live up to expectations - the taste of cumin was overpowering, forcing J to leave much of the dish behind.
I again went with the special of the night - roasted duck breast. The meat itself was nice, I was a little less sure about the 'stuff' it came on, but that pie you can see there at the top of the picture? I have no idea why it was there. Sure, there was duck in it, but it just didn't gel with the rest of the plate. And, frankly, it wasn't very nice. The meat inside was dry and stringy, and the pastry was unpleasant.
We plowed on, determined to try the desserts. J ordered the "banana" dessert. Artistic, isn't it? Have a guess how much banana was in it. Go on, guess. Guess!! There were just 4 itty bitty pieces. While the rest of the dish was nice enough, we just expected banana to be the main ingredient. Quite a bit of the offering was left on the plate.
I ordered the "strawberry" dessert. Again, this was a hit-and-miss selection. That panna cotta was nice enough. Sadly the slivers of poached strawberry were quite tasteless. As for that tart-type thing up the top of the picture... it wasn't particularly enjoyable either, although I loved the meringue. That globe of red on the right was a strawberry sorbet, and I can admit that it was fabulous - everything that is good about strawberries and sorbet combined.
The meal ended with coffee for J, tea for me, and a pretty tray of petit fours to share. A type of truffle ball with a vaguely burnt aftertaste, a rectangle of sponge with a weird flavour, and a square of turkish delight that was the best of the lot. J's coffee was similarly off-target. He loves his espresso, but the cup dished up was so bitter that, after a small sip, he left the rest. It even smelt bitter.
I felt so strongly about the meal that I ended up emailing my thoughts to Aria, trying to be as pleasant as possible. I received a nice response from Mr Moran thanking me for taking the time to send in my feedback (wonder what he was REALLY thinking!), and expressing his regret that the meal wasn't up to our expectations.
So in short, the high points were the entrees, the duck breast, and the strawberry sorbet. Low points were the raviolo, the pie, and the petit fours. Oh, and the coffee.
I have to say, maybe our expectations were too high going in. Or maybe they weren't. I REALLY REALLY REALLY hope we were just there on a bad night. All in all, it was a disappointing meal to have when I got engaged.
P: 02 6252 2555
My trip to Sydney finished with a dinner at Aria in Sydney. We had high hopes for the meal, knowing Matt Moran's reputation. Things started REALLY well.
J ordered the pork belly for entree. He reported that it was simply divine. The pork was tender and succulent, and the croquette delicious.
I ordered the special of the night, ocean trout with big orange roe, quail egg and potato. Words can't describe how much I enjoyed this dish. It was so beautiful and so simple.
For mains J ordered the raviolo. It sounded quite nice on the menu, and in fact I very nearly ordered it myself. Alas, the real thing didn't live up to expectations - the taste of cumin was overpowering, forcing J to leave much of the dish behind.
I again went with the special of the night - roasted duck breast. The meat itself was nice, I was a little less sure about the 'stuff' it came on, but that pie you can see there at the top of the picture? I have no idea why it was there. Sure, there was duck in it, but it just didn't gel with the rest of the plate. And, frankly, it wasn't very nice. The meat inside was dry and stringy, and the pastry was unpleasant.
We plowed on, determined to try the desserts. J ordered the "banana" dessert. Artistic, isn't it? Have a guess how much banana was in it. Go on, guess. Guess!! There were just 4 itty bitty pieces. While the rest of the dish was nice enough, we just expected banana to be the main ingredient. Quite a bit of the offering was left on the plate.
I ordered the "strawberry" dessert. Again, this was a hit-and-miss selection. That panna cotta was nice enough. Sadly the slivers of poached strawberry were quite tasteless. As for that tart-type thing up the top of the picture... it wasn't particularly enjoyable either, although I loved the meringue. That globe of red on the right was a strawberry sorbet, and I can admit that it was fabulous - everything that is good about strawberries and sorbet combined.
The meal ended with coffee for J, tea for me, and a pretty tray of petit fours to share. A type of truffle ball with a vaguely burnt aftertaste, a rectangle of sponge with a weird flavour, and a square of turkish delight that was the best of the lot. J's coffee was similarly off-target. He loves his espresso, but the cup dished up was so bitter that, after a small sip, he left the rest. It even smelt bitter.
I felt so strongly about the meal that I ended up emailing my thoughts to Aria, trying to be as pleasant as possible. I received a nice response from Mr Moran thanking me for taking the time to send in my feedback (wonder what he was REALLY thinking!), and expressing his regret that the meal wasn't up to our expectations.
So in short, the high points were the entrees, the duck breast, and the strawberry sorbet. Low points were the raviolo, the pie, and the petit fours. Oh, and the coffee.
I have to say, maybe our expectations were too high going in. Or maybe they weren't. I REALLY REALLY REALLY hope we were just there on a bad night. All in all, it was a disappointing meal to have when I got engaged.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Bills Darlinghurst
433 Liverpool Street, Darlinghurst 2010
P: 02 9360 9631
Somewhere I've wanted to go for breakfast for, wow, as long as I can remember, is Bills. Any Bills. So long as I get me some famous hotcakes. My trip to Sydney (damn, a month ago now, I really need to blog more regularly) gave me the perfect opportunity. Although I've heard mixed reviews, I wasn't disappointed!
I was staying with R & M, and Bills Darlinghurst is just a pleasant Sunday morning stroll from their front door... lucky buggers. I may have to visit again... hahahahahahaha relax guys, just kidding!
Once we got to Bills and I saw the menu the first thing I noticed was that breakfast is served all day. I love this, especially for a lazy weekend. Places that cut off your breakfast after 11am are just cruel :-)
So, while I held fast to my hotcakes craving, J and R both ordered the sweet corn fritters. I had a little taste. Next time, I am SOOOO going these babies. Sweet corn, savoury fritter, crunchy yumminess. So incredibly good
M had the scrambled eggs, and these looked pretty damn good too. He reported success.
And these were my hotcakes. Thick, fluffy, delicious... especially when I slathered maple syrup all over them. If anything, they were too much of a good thing: I put up a good fight, but just couldn't finish the plate. I also had the sunrise drink... I was sure I'd taken a picture of this... anyway, it was nearly a meal on its own!
Bills don't take bookings for breakfast, so do yourself a favour and turn up either early, or late! Around 10am the place gets very, uh, cosy.
I'm so glad I went. I'm so glad it lived up to my expectations.
P: 02 9360 9631
Somewhere I've wanted to go for breakfast for, wow, as long as I can remember, is Bills. Any Bills. So long as I get me some famous hotcakes. My trip to Sydney (damn, a month ago now, I really need to blog more regularly) gave me the perfect opportunity. Although I've heard mixed reviews, I wasn't disappointed!
I was staying with R & M, and Bills Darlinghurst is just a pleasant Sunday morning stroll from their front door... lucky buggers. I may have to visit again... hahahahahahaha relax guys, just kidding!
Once we got to Bills and I saw the menu the first thing I noticed was that breakfast is served all day. I love this, especially for a lazy weekend. Places that cut off your breakfast after 11am are just cruel :-)
So, while I held fast to my hotcakes craving, J and R both ordered the sweet corn fritters. I had a little taste. Next time, I am SOOOO going these babies. Sweet corn, savoury fritter, crunchy yumminess. So incredibly good
M had the scrambled eggs, and these looked pretty damn good too. He reported success.
And these were my hotcakes. Thick, fluffy, delicious... especially when I slathered maple syrup all over them. If anything, they were too much of a good thing: I put up a good fight, but just couldn't finish the plate. I also had the sunrise drink... I was sure I'd taken a picture of this... anyway, it was nearly a meal on its own!
Bills don't take bookings for breakfast, so do yourself a favour and turn up either early, or late! Around 10am the place gets very, uh, cosy.
I'm so glad I went. I'm so glad it lived up to my expectations.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tetsuya's
529 Kent Street, Sydney
P: 02 9267 2900
I'd been looking forward to this since mid-June... yes folks, I "did" Tetsuya's! I'm going to try REALLY hard not to gush during this post, but please excuse me if I do get a little carried away. This was an amazing meal, and a fabulous experience.
When R and M came down to Melbourne in June for my birthday we decided to go to Tetsuya's for dinner. When R rang up the earliest dinner vacancy on a weekend was, well, a long way off. Instead we settled on lunch, which happened in mid-October. You can find the menu we had (unless it's since changed). Oh wow. A four-hour food-fest, with offerings that barely ever dipped below absolutely fabulous.
The meal was kick-started with a chilled sweet corn soup with saffron and vanilla ice cream. This was fan-fucking-tabulous. Sweet and smooth and a brilliant way to prepare my taste-buds for what was to come.
The smoked ocean trout with Avruga caviar was equally delicious. Until a few years ago I didn't eat any seafood whatsoever, so the past six or seven years I've been getting progressively more adventurous, sampling first a few different types of fish, then moving to sashimi, and finally caviar-ish type things, usually the big bright orange salmon type. This was my first experience of the "black stuff", and I wasn't disappointed. In fact, I chased the last few little balls around my plate to make sure I got them all. That yellow you glimpse under the caviar is a perfectly cooked egg yolk. Oh man...
I believe at this point some oysters were brought out for R and M (which I didn't try, as I just can't handle oysters). They were served in the shell with a lime vinaigrette and were, apparently, brilliant. I completely forgot to take a picture!
I wasn't sure how, or if, I'd like the marinated Crystal Bay prawn, as I really don't like the texture of prawns. This was so delicious, though, that I scoffed the lot (I just didn't chew much, thereby avoiding much of the texture problem. That's not as gluttonous as it sounds, as I cut it up into smaller pieces instead of going the one big one!). I believe the yellow pffft of stuff on the bottom was a cheese-y type flavour, but I may be remembering incorrectly (R, M, can you remember for sure? The menu on the website mentions soy caramel, but I don't know...).
And so to Tetsuya's signature dish. And it's called that with damned good reason. The confit of Petuna Tasmanian ocean trout with konbu, shredded apple and daikon, with wasabi and seasonal green salad was just... I'm trying to come up with a descriptor that I haven't used already, and not having much luck. I'm also trying to think of one that adequately conveys how damned good this was. I guess I'm kinda speechless. What does that tell you?
If there was a low point in the meal, this was probably it. I think it tells you a lot when I say that, even so, it was pretty good. It's just that, compared to what came before and after, it didn't quite deliver. The terrine of Queensland spanner crab with an avocado mousse-type puddle was quite nice, but not really something I'd go out of my way to eat again.
The minor dip was quickly forgotten when the grilled fillet of barramundi with braised baby fennel arrived. Seriously, I think I should give up trying to tell you how good each of these servings were. Despite starting to feel a bit full by now, we all finished this one eagerly, and I have to tell you it was, well, great! Delicious!
I don't think I've ever eaten spatchcock. And I still don't think I have... the menu says this course was spatchcock, but R has reminded me that this was actually duck. Either way, except for the green stuff, this was great (or insert other word meaning really really really nice here).
The final "main" meal differed from the menu currently on the website, as did the remainder of the meal, so you'll have to forgive me if I can't say as much about the following dishes, other than "yum". This was a veal (?) fillet, cooked to perfection. I'm afraid my memory has failed me on the rest of the details. Dammit. I need to start paying more attention. And bringing a notebook. And doing my blog posts sooner after the event....
The transition dish between mains and the desserts was, well, interesting. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but cannellini beans with sweet toffee-ish accompanying flavours was surprisingly tasty. Actually, one little spoonful was almost too much of a tease. I think I might have run my finger over my spoon to try and get a little more of the sauce.
Oh yes, I did, I can just spy my finger-wipe mark :-)
First of the desserts was actually an offering of two at once - a pineapple sorbet that was very nice (although not quite to my taste), and something that resembled a creme caramel, but was in fact chai-flavoured. Different! But still good.
Oh god... a couple of the pictures I've posted here have the power to make me drool just by looking at them again, and this is one of them. To be funny I took this picture with another one just peeking through in the background but... funny thing happened. After I finished my first glass of wine (a couple of courses previously to this one), when I ordered another I also asked for a new glass as there were a couple of tiny pieces of cork in my current one. Our waiter apologised, then got me a fresh glass, and also opened a fresh bottle for me. Now THAT is service, and making someone feel special. Anyway, I'm not sure if that had any bearing on what happened after we'd finished our poached summer berries Tetsuya-style or not.
These oh-my-god-that-is-so-good-i-could-die-happy-right-now glasses had a slick of vanilla custard-type something on the bottom, then the poached berries, with a dollop of light-as-air white chocolate mousse on top. When our waiter came to take them away, I laughed and said "wow, if there are any of these out the back that no-one wants, we'll take them off your hands!"He laughed and replied "no! They're the ones I eat!" I like it when people can have a bit of a joke. Well.... a few minutes later another round of these babies were put in front of us :-D And y'know what? They were just as good the second time around!
I have to admit, I was getting seriously full by now, and don't have much memory of this dish at all, except that the strip of stuff poking up was crunchy... and it was chocolate-y... I'm sorry! There's a memory flitting around the edges of my mind but I can't quite grab it... R? M? Can you help me out?
Coffee and tea were served with these babies... a sweet little sponge, a chocolate macaron, and a square of green tea marshmallow. Wunderbar! Sooooooooooooo good.
Many thanks must go to R for making the booking, and for buying me my very own copy of Tetsuya's cookbook, and one for herself. Our kindly, generous waiter also included a jar each of truffle salsa.
I can't afford to eat at Tet's often, but I'd really love to make the trip to Sydney for it once a year. Oh yeah.
Swoon.
P: 02 9267 2900
I'd been looking forward to this since mid-June... yes folks, I "did" Tetsuya's! I'm going to try REALLY hard not to gush during this post, but please excuse me if I do get a little carried away. This was an amazing meal, and a fabulous experience.
When R and M came down to Melbourne in June for my birthday we decided to go to Tetsuya's for dinner. When R rang up the earliest dinner vacancy on a weekend was, well, a long way off. Instead we settled on lunch, which happened in mid-October. You can find the menu we had (unless it's since changed). Oh wow. A four-hour food-fest, with offerings that barely ever dipped below absolutely fabulous.
The meal was kick-started with a chilled sweet corn soup with saffron and vanilla ice cream. This was fan-fucking-tabulous. Sweet and smooth and a brilliant way to prepare my taste-buds for what was to come.
The smoked ocean trout with Avruga caviar was equally delicious. Until a few years ago I didn't eat any seafood whatsoever, so the past six or seven years I've been getting progressively more adventurous, sampling first a few different types of fish, then moving to sashimi, and finally caviar-ish type things, usually the big bright orange salmon type. This was my first experience of the "black stuff", and I wasn't disappointed. In fact, I chased the last few little balls around my plate to make sure I got them all. That yellow you glimpse under the caviar is a perfectly cooked egg yolk. Oh man...
I believe at this point some oysters were brought out for R and M (which I didn't try, as I just can't handle oysters). They were served in the shell with a lime vinaigrette and were, apparently, brilliant. I completely forgot to take a picture!
I wasn't sure how, or if, I'd like the marinated Crystal Bay prawn, as I really don't like the texture of prawns. This was so delicious, though, that I scoffed the lot (I just didn't chew much, thereby avoiding much of the texture problem. That's not as gluttonous as it sounds, as I cut it up into smaller pieces instead of going the one big one!). I believe the yellow pffft of stuff on the bottom was a cheese-y type flavour, but I may be remembering incorrectly (R, M, can you remember for sure? The menu on the website mentions soy caramel, but I don't know...).
And so to Tetsuya's signature dish. And it's called that with damned good reason. The confit of Petuna Tasmanian ocean trout with konbu, shredded apple and daikon, with wasabi and seasonal green salad was just... I'm trying to come up with a descriptor that I haven't used already, and not having much luck. I'm also trying to think of one that adequately conveys how damned good this was. I guess I'm kinda speechless. What does that tell you?
If there was a low point in the meal, this was probably it. I think it tells you a lot when I say that, even so, it was pretty good. It's just that, compared to what came before and after, it didn't quite deliver. The terrine of Queensland spanner crab with an avocado mousse-type puddle was quite nice, but not really something I'd go out of my way to eat again.
The minor dip was quickly forgotten when the grilled fillet of barramundi with braised baby fennel arrived. Seriously, I think I should give up trying to tell you how good each of these servings were. Despite starting to feel a bit full by now, we all finished this one eagerly, and I have to tell you it was, well, great! Delicious!
I don't think I've ever eaten spatchcock. And I still don't think I have... the menu says this course was spatchcock, but R has reminded me that this was actually duck. Either way, except for the green stuff, this was great (or insert other word meaning really really really nice here).
The final "main" meal differed from the menu currently on the website, as did the remainder of the meal, so you'll have to forgive me if I can't say as much about the following dishes, other than "yum". This was a veal (?) fillet, cooked to perfection. I'm afraid my memory has failed me on the rest of the details. Dammit. I need to start paying more attention. And bringing a notebook. And doing my blog posts sooner after the event....
The transition dish between mains and the desserts was, well, interesting. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but cannellini beans with sweet toffee-ish accompanying flavours was surprisingly tasty. Actually, one little spoonful was almost too much of a tease. I think I might have run my finger over my spoon to try and get a little more of the sauce.
Oh yes, I did, I can just spy my finger-wipe mark :-)
First of the desserts was actually an offering of two at once - a pineapple sorbet that was very nice (although not quite to my taste), and something that resembled a creme caramel, but was in fact chai-flavoured. Different! But still good.
Oh god... a couple of the pictures I've posted here have the power to make me drool just by looking at them again, and this is one of them. To be funny I took this picture with another one just peeking through in the background but... funny thing happened. After I finished my first glass of wine (a couple of courses previously to this one), when I ordered another I also asked for a new glass as there were a couple of tiny pieces of cork in my current one. Our waiter apologised, then got me a fresh glass, and also opened a fresh bottle for me. Now THAT is service, and making someone feel special. Anyway, I'm not sure if that had any bearing on what happened after we'd finished our poached summer berries Tetsuya-style or not.
These oh-my-god-that-is-so-good-i-could-die-happy-right-now glasses had a slick of vanilla custard-type something on the bottom, then the poached berries, with a dollop of light-as-air white chocolate mousse on top. When our waiter came to take them away, I laughed and said "wow, if there are any of these out the back that no-one wants, we'll take them off your hands!"He laughed and replied "no! They're the ones I eat!" I like it when people can have a bit of a joke. Well.... a few minutes later another round of these babies were put in front of us :-D And y'know what? They were just as good the second time around!
I have to admit, I was getting seriously full by now, and don't have much memory of this dish at all, except that the strip of stuff poking up was crunchy... and it was chocolate-y... I'm sorry! There's a memory flitting around the edges of my mind but I can't quite grab it... R? M? Can you help me out?
Coffee and tea were served with these babies... a sweet little sponge, a chocolate macaron, and a square of green tea marshmallow. Wunderbar! Sooooooooooooo good.
Many thanks must go to R for making the booking, and for buying me my very own copy of Tetsuya's cookbook, and one for herself. Our kindly, generous waiter also included a jar each of truffle salsa.
I can't afford to eat at Tet's often, but I'd really love to make the trip to Sydney for it once a year. Oh yeah.
Swoon.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Subsolo
161 King Street, Sydney
P: 02 9223 7000
I have long had a yen to try Jacqui Gowan's food. I've seen her quite a few times on Ready Steady Cook and always liked what she's done with the ingredients people present to her. When she left Garfish I hunted around and found out that she'd moved on to Subsolo, so I decided to make a trip up to Sydney, some time, to eat there.
The Sydney trip happened last weekend... but sadly, Ms. Gowan had left Subsolo, and is now freelancing around Sydney. Even so R, M and myself went along for dinner on a Friday night.
Subsolo offers Spanish and Portugese fare, with a range of options on the a'la carte menu. We chose a selection of tapas to share between us, and on the whole were very happy!
But first, we started with a rather large-ish glass each of sangria. Bueno!!
Ensalada a la Espanola with jamon, salami, spanish cheeses, olives, mushrooms, and tortilla got the meal off to a damned fine start. Alas, as you can see I didn't quite get the camera to it before we started digging in... and you can just spy M's fork coming in for more!
The baby squid and shaved chorizo salad with roasted garlic, heart of palm, and wild rocket was superb. The squid was perfectly cooked, the salad ingredients were delicious and fresh, and the dressing blended well with everything. Sabroso.
Pork tenderloin, wrapped with Morcilla and pistachios, on calvados spiced apples - or rolled pork tenderloins with black sausage and pistachios, on apple sauce. Y'know, I've never had black sausage before - the thought of it kinda turns my stomach a little bit. And if our waiter hadn't told us what it was, I would have probably said this was freakin' great. As it was... well, to hell with it, I really enjoyed this dish. I'm not sure black sausage is something I'll be rushing out to eat again, but I really enjoyed this. I think I ate about half the plate, actually.
R and I are both big fans of cheese-stuffed meatballs - I first made them after getting the idea from from R when she blogged a recipe for pork, thyme and cheese meatballs - so we were keen to see what Subsolo could offer with their crumbed meatballs with melting Manchego cheese centres with Romesco sauce. These were very tasty, but I think I'd kind of been hoping for a little bit more cheese. I know it melts and kinda goes through the meat, but I guess I'd just been hoping for more. Nevertheless, these were great, and there were none left on the plate at the end of the meal, despite groaningly-full stomachs.
Service was also quite good, and the bill was quite respectable. I'm already flagging this as a place to go back to, on my next trip north. Bookings might not be necessary (I'm not sure), but I'm glad I made one as the place filled up pretty quickly.
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