Friday, November 11, 2011

Hugo's Manly Wharf

Hugos Manly
Shop 1, Manly Wharf
East Esplanade, MANLY
Ph: (02) 8116 8555 Fx: (02) 8116 8585

No a more picturesque setting exists than a balmy Springtime evening on Manly Wharf. Watching the Sydney ferries roll in on a Friday night full of exhausted city-workers ready to hang up their suits and ties, if only for a weekend away from the rat-race, to dipsomaniacs ready to let their hair down, Manly style.

Falling somewhere in the middle, I dined out with long-lost uni buddies, Masty and The First Lady Who Never Was. Cocktails, the first order of the day, followed by a chilled bottle of Carlei Pinot Gris. The First Lady Who Never Was (who I only see once a year) quipped "You love Pinot Gris". Even with the passage of time, I didn't realise I was so predictably transparent. The place was busier than a one-armed cabbie with the crabs. Not even a self-confessed, fumbling youthful dalliance with the maitre'd by The First Lady Who Never Was, could get us a table any quicker. When we were eventually seated, we had one of the choicest waterside deck tables, the view from which, only got more enchanting as the night wore on. Or perhaps that was just the cocktails weaving their magic?

Hugo's by night - where everyone becomes beautiful
The menu is extensive, although a sheer cursory glance around the restaurant revealed that pizza is the signature Hugo's dish.The food at Hugo's isn't great, but it is good. A starter of fried calamari with rocket, chilli sea salt & lemon aioli, had crunch and bite with a little bit of heat,  and was perfectly married with the lemony mayonnaise. My pizza was artichoke with pancetta, chicory, taleggio, chilli & lemon. It was super thin and possessed a crisp base. The only way I like my men, and, my pizza. A side salad of tomato with fresh buffalo milk mozzarella & capers, transported Masty back to romantic travels across Italy she shared with her now-husband, pre-children. Nostalgia is a beautiful, but dangerous thing. All in all I had a great night, too much wine, too many cocktails, and being violently reminded of both on my trip home on the Manly ferry.


RATING OUT OF 10:  PRICE: 6/10 SERVING SIZE: 7/10
CRUNCH FACTOR: 7/10 SPICE: 7/10

Sunday, November 6, 2011

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...

That's Caffe Sicilia. Located at 628 Crown Street Surry Hills, by it's sheer decor, Caffe Sicilia promises to transport you to the cobble-stone streets of any little local tratttoria in any piazza in Italia...that is, before you are met at the door by the 180kg+ Maori Maitre 'D...who looked ominously and suspiciously like a Security guard. Perhaps Caffe Sicilia's owners aren't taking any real-life Michael Corleone gunshot-to the-neck chances.

Pa Kettle was determined to eat here, after listening to rave reviews on talk-back radio. Stop right there. If a restaurant is having to advertise on talk-back radio to entice customers, we shouldn't be dining there. It wasn't a strong enough argument, and so Bopper, The Grifter, Pa Kettle and myself found ourselves here recently on a Saturday night.

The waitstaff are mostly Italian, and they tend to speak in Italian to you...or in an English so heavily accented that it may as well be Italian, because I understood just as much (or as little). There also seems to be A LOT of staff. We must have had around 5 waiters serving us through the course of the meal, and so it actually became quite obtrusive because not long after one waiter would have filled your water glass, another would come along and do the same thing. One waiter, dressed like a Doctor in a white coat, was clearly the man calling the shots. He seemed to have an authoritative air about him, and Pa Kettle commented he had a good sense of humor. Surprisingly, as 15 minutes earlier the same waiter had been explaining a free offering of mulberry and strawberry granita to the table, and when he walked away, I asked Pa Kettle what he had said because the waiter spoke directly to him, and he replied "I don't know, I couldn't understand him".

The food is quite reasonably priced, and I suspect this lies in the fact the place is licensed, and so one off-sets the other. Having said that, the wine list on a whole is horrendously expensive, some local Australian wines at least 3 times their comparative bottle-shop sale value. The imported Italian wines are worse.

The food is ho-hum. The Fritto Misto, and the special of Bacalao Cod Croquettes were probably the highlights of the meal. A selection of calamari, octopus, white bait and prawns lightly dusted in flour then fried and served with aioli and lemon. The croquettes served with a spiced tomato relish.

You do get a complementary dish of olives and bread rolls with olive oil and balsamic, which is a welcome touch. But no, that does not make up for bland pasta dishes, which quite frankly surprises me, as the restaurant uses Sophia Loren and her quip "everything you see, I owe to spaghetti" as a kind of ambassador. Um, maybe Sophia, but you certainly aren't eating it HERE. We ordered a selection of salumi and cheese ($33) which had prosciutto, salami, mortadella, bresaola and pancetta as well as parmesan, gorgonzola dolce, camembert, as well as muscatels, grissini and fig paste. You can't really go wrong with deli-cuts.

Next were Paste and Secondi. I ordered cavatelli pasta with slow cooked baby peas and meatballs ($20). I don't know why. I like peas. The meatballs were bland, bland, bland, although the pasta was cooked well. The Grifter ordered Maccheroni with rosemary and guanciale ($24). The pasta was most likely house-made but so dense and chewy, similar to the experience of eating licorice straps. The "sauce" was oil only, which made the pasta dry...the addition of rosemary was a sprig stuck in the middle of the bowl for presentation, almost like an apple in the mouth of a spit-roast pig. It cried out for the addition of acid to cut through the fattiness of the guanciale, and a sauce to dress the carbed-denseness of the pasta.

Bopper ordered the sirloin with salsa verde, potatoes and caremelised onions ($28). The salsa verde was a blend of parsley, basil and capers. It was super-bland, and looked like a cow's chewed cud. Bopper asked for medium rare...when it arrived the cow was still mooing on the plate. It seems (although not ironic) that the only person truly happy with his choice of meal was Pa Kettle, who ordered spatchcock braised with onion, carrot, potato and tomato ($24).



Caffe Sicilia...an experience no doubt. Although not to be repeated in a hurry.


                      RATING OUT OF 10: PRICE: 6/10 SERVING SIZE: 6/10
                                    CRUNCH FACTOR: 5/10 SPICE: N/A

Monday, October 17, 2011

1 - Squid 2 - Squid 3- Squid 4

Il Cantuccio
209 Lygon Street, Carlton VIC 3053
(03) 9347 9959 


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Let's play a game. Order a plate of Squid. Now count how many are on the plate. What? You only used one hand? Why I never!! Il Cantuccio is positioned closer to the Victoria Street end of Lygon Street, and one of the things it has going for it is the fact they don't have "spruikers" trying to lure you into the restaurant. I suspect now, that's because even the spruikers feel bad about the fact you are going to be ripped off. The food is...ummmm...okay. However, it is overpriced and it does under-deliver. The plate of squid was not only meagre, but bordered on miserly. It was however tender, and therefore not a complete waste of time. The same cannot be said however for the pork meatballs the silent-diner ordered. The description "wet garlic cardboard" springs to mind. Having eaten here now, I much prefer the fare further down Lygon St at University Cafe (penne in a rich pork sausage and mozarella ragu, or spaghetti with Vongole) or even on my last trip, the pizzas at Tica Teras Pizza Restaurant (followed by the chocolatey dipped churros at Chocolateria San Churro). Not to mention my all-time favourite, Il Solito Posto, and recent addition Il Bacaro.


RATING OUT OF 10:  PRICE: 2/10 SERVING SIZE: 2/10
CRUNCH FACTOR: 2/10 SPICE: 1/10

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Good Squid Go Bad

Grand Pacific Hotel Lorne
268 Mountjoy Parade
Lorne Victoria 3232
http://www.grandpacific.com.au


And so Cobra Starship sang...                                                                   
                                                                      
There are some food combinations which defy belief. Which is why I remain concerned by the fact that not only did I recently find a particular squid combination on a menu rather bizarre, a voodoo-like curse possessed me to order it. Squid accompanied by wombok, cashews, chilli praline and replete with a rather Italian tasting vinaigrette.  The squid was supposed to be pan-fried but was milky opaque in colour and chewy in texture, lacking any smoky grilled caramelisation which adds both colour and flavour. The chilli praline reminded me of...well praline. Every time I bit into a piece I thought I would lose teeth. Although that is only half the issue. Sweet seafood laced with Kraft Italian dressing? Who makes these recipes up? A krokodil* smoking Russian? Eating out with the silent-diner, the truly horrific dining experience was only marginally made better by the location, but the extra point was taken off by the waiter who had to keep pulling the scrap piece of paper out of his pocket in order to remember his recital of the 2 specials of the day. Bloody Mexicans.

* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desomorphine

RATING OUT OF 10:  PRICE: 4/10 SERVING SIZE: 5/10
CRUNCH FACTOR: 2/10 SPICE: 1/10

Friday, September 30, 2011

Cafe 22

Cafe XXII
22 Union St, Pyrmont
www.cafexxii.com.au
(02) 9552 3093



Don't be fooled by how small this restaurant looks. Stopping by one Friday evening, it looked as though there were only 4 small tables filling up the gorgeous sandstone street corner location. On further discovery, there were two additional rooms with tables cozily nestled amongst exposed beam ceilings, and whitewash walls. Great waitstaff and good food make this restaurant a lovely find. It's also BYO @ $3.00 per head which wins points with me every time. Food is fresh and innovative enough. I had the crisp calamari fritti, whilst the silent-diner ordered the Sydney rock oysters. My crispy-skin salmon main was slightly overcooked, but the crispy battered prawns that accompanied it, combined with the fennel salad and salsa verde was a great balance of flavours and textures.

Silent-diner's veal cotoletta had spent too many seconds extra in the fryer rendering the meat a little tough and dry, but the seasonal vegetable side, corn on the cob with snow peas and sugar snaps was delightfully sweet and crunchy.

Overall I enjoyed my dining experience here, and will definitely be back, even if only for breakfast, which I hear is worth the trek.



              
                    RATING OUT OF 10: PRICE: 7/10 SERVING SIZE: 7/10
                                   CRUNCH FACTOR: 5/10 SPICE: N/A

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Greek RSL

Question: What do you get when you cross very kitsch 1970s decor, pub-style food, a bouzouki, and 100 Greeks all with screaming children in one room? Answer: The Cyprus Community Club.

Located at 58 Stanmore Road, Stanmore, I am sure there have been more kilo's of taromasalata consumed here then you and I have had hot dinners. It's an interesting kind of place, somewhat bustling, and as the night wears on, increasingly frenetic. When the band starts and the music gets full swing, the Greek men switch from shaking gold-jewelery clad hands, to patting hirsuit backs and then man hugs, the waiters ditch their benzodiazepine and quickstep between tables, and the children pack the dance-floor as if channeling a Wiggles concert...it's that kind of vibe. Also it wouldn't be fair of me if I didn't give an honourable mention to the Greek Rod Stewart look-alike with the football jersey, and GHD-straightened fringe. Our eyes locked across the crowded room more times than Ireland has won the Eurovision Song Contest, namely due to the fact NOS repeatedly blared "..look there's your boyfriend.." and "hey don't look now..." (sucker; gets me every time).

The food is pub-style with a Greek twist. Or is that Greek-style with a pub twist? Dining with NOS, The Grifter and Pa Kettle for Father's Day, we opted for a set menu, which at $27.00 a head, is bargain basement dining. You get your hellenic staples of tzatziki, taramosalata, pan-fried haloumi, pickled octopus, and Greek salad. They also serve a combined platter of hot and cold. Think hot chips, pork chops, lamb chump chops, beef souvlaki and crumbed fried calamari. On the cold front, think blue swimmer crab, oysters, mussels, and king prawns. To keep the kitsch, the crabs claws are pierced through orange halves, slices of which, are on the half-twist and used for decorative purposes throughout. The only disappointment was the missing glace cherries.

In absolute squid loving fashion, it is fair to say NOS and the gang also agreed the calamari was the best part of the platter. It was fresh, not frozen (the same cannot be said for the prawns or crab) and it was really tender.

Dessert was ordered, and in ancient Greco style we were told we would have to go "upstairs" to the coffee lounge if we wanted to end the meal on a sweet note. On the way out, The Grifter true to nature, discovered the poker machines and proceeded to clean out the Greek RSL with two $1 coins borrowed from NOS. The winning bells rang and the bartender posing as a gaming attendant ushered her away to the back room to distribute the loot.

By this stage, the coffee lounge was shut, and we would never know whether loukoumades featured on the dessert menu. All in all, I can't say I would come back here again, not least until the Greek RSL has recovered from being fleeced by The Grifter, and I manage to erase Greek Rod Stewart's teased and primped within an inch of it's short-term life bouffant, from my long-term memory. Both high improbabilities.


                       RATING OUT OF 10: PRICE: 8/10 SERVING SIZE: 6/10
                                      CRUNCH FACTOR: 3/10 SPICE: N/A