bon008 said:
painmaster said:
Just had dinner at Jamie Oliver’s Italian Restaurant in Sydney. Oh so yummy!
Before the meals we had a sample of the bread they bake there on the premise, with an olive oil and pesto dressing with two Messina (Italian Beer)
GF and I then started off sharing two entrees, one was marinated sardines with rocket and lemon and olive oil dressing and the other was a crispy squid with chile and a souffle type of mayonaise.
Mains were a Black Truffle Risotto and a Linguine with Mussels served with a Pinot Grigio
Desert was an affogato for GF and a Brioche with gelato for me, served with a VSOP Brandy.
Oh so yummo!
Was it crowded? What was the atmosphere like?
We had dinner at Jamie’s Italian in Bath (years ago). I had the best darn bruschetta I’ve ever had, but the whole experience was underwhelming – we had to wait for ages in a crowded, noisy bar area, and then when we did get a seat, I was actually closer to the people on either side of me than Mr Bon on the other side of the table – we were SO packed in. The rest of the food was probably really great but all I can remember is being really uncomfortable.
Talking about underwhelming restaurants…I seriously don’t know what the buzz is about The Greenhouse in Perth. Hopefully the original in Melbourne has a Maitre D’ who doesn’t think the sun rises and sets with them, and we might try there on our holiday later this year.
At the Perth one, you cannot book on a Friday or Saturday night, so we turned up one Saturday about 7.30 to be told there was about an hour’s wait for a table. Decided this was too long to wait standing up and went elsewhere, with plans to come earlier the next time.
A few weeks later we got our act together and turned up at about 6.15, prepared to wait for a bit. We were told about half an hour, and went to the bar, which was sardine-like standing room only. Seriously, you had to keep your elbows tucked in and literally turn sideways and hold your tummy in to let a person through. It was also so loud you couldn’t hear each other, which makes for a not very exciting wait.
When the Maitre D’ had taken our mobile number (they called you on your phone to let you know your table was ready because it was so packed they’d never find you otherwise) I looked over his shoulder and noted two groups before us. We watched as he sent through those two groups and then expected our turn next. Then a group of three young women sidled up to him, giggled and whispered in his ear, and flirted with him for about ten minutes and then were let through to the dining room instead of us. We called him on it, and he swore there was no favouritism, then basically said if we really wanted, he could seat us immediately, at which point we politely told him where he could shove it, our reasoning being, if he could find us a table just like that, why hadn’t he already? His attitude the whole time was of god-like omnipotence. He chose who and when, and we mere villagers were to be looked down upon with great disdain. Apparently you have to be young and hip to get his attention enough to be allowed a table there, and we weren’t young or hip enough. Not a good look.