I had lunch with a few colleagues today at The Sailors Club in Rose Bay. To those of you who are familiar with Sydney’s restaurant scene, you probably know that it used to be Pier, of the three-hatted ilk way back in 2010. It was a suitably sweet location for a sunny and bright day, right on Rose Bay with the usual selection of marine vessels moored close by on the glimmering waters of the bay.
It wasn’t a massive lunch, and just in case you were wondering why we whooping it up mid-week, it was to celebrate an accomplishment which involved a lot of work and time (not to mention weekends and nights, for some of us) – and we dutifully returned to the office afterward.
I snapped a shot of my dessert, the Sailors Club tiramisu. There was a dry ice thing going on which made for a lot of oohing and aahing. It was extremely cold, extremely chocolately, and I felt a little sick after I’d made my way through slightly more than half the serving – I couldn’t finish, but I did enjoy it immensely. Very different to a tiramisu you’d have say, in Venice, but it was pretty perfect for a hot day.
I’m mostly of the view that Eating is Cheating on Saturday, but I broke my rule yesterday to have lunch AND dinner.
Now I want to go to Argentina.
Thank you @smcgillen for introducing me to this little Darlinghurst gem.
In the early hours of this morning, our clocks went forward – and now I can’t sleep despite a genuine desire to do so. So here I sit thinking about the second last thing I did last night, which was Boca.
Today, I was still thinking about the Sichuan steak tartare that I had yesterday at Mr Wong. Lots of other things were good, of course, but somehow this one stayed in my mind (or should that be tastebuds?). I would go back just to have this again. Meltingly moreish tartare, with a subtle yet punchy Sichuan element. And by that I mean, it wasn’t like nibbling gunpowder, which I’ve felt sometimes when eating Sichuan, but I did find the cooling cucumber a relief. It was just right, compellingly so. Yes, writing these few lines has resulted in me replaying the experience in my head – I definitely will be back. I haven’t said anything about the beautiful fit-out, but that’s only because I don’t think I could do it justice.
Seriously. So beautiful. I keep looking at these photos and thinking, “Visual seduction, tick.” And, I might add, my tastebuds were won over, too.
From the genuis Alessandro Pavoni of Ormeggio at the Spit. A delightful way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Southern calamari, macadamia, tapioca, salmon roe
Venison battuta, toasted nuts, radish, pickled apple
Salsify, Jerusalem artichoke, Pecorino sauce, pinenuts, Manjimup truffles
So… I totally broke my rule of only one pic per post. Because it was a seven-course degustation; I think it was seven – I sort of lost count. (Yes, I was tempted to post more photos, but This Is Not A Food Blog.)
I suffered for it terribly the next day. Sunday night was not restful, and I felt very unwell on Monday. Too rich for me. I think my digestive system is going backwards the more I go forwards in age.