Well, well, well.
Mummified finally went out for a big night on the town to a big name restaurant in Melbourne that shall remain nameless so that no one can trace my general greedy guts-ness.
Yes, I know it is not a word but it is now, so there, because I said so, go to your room.
When did food get so tricksy ? The service was fabulous but there was foam this, jelly that, sweetness, sweetness, sweetness. Put chocolate back where it belongs I say - in a box from Lindt.
Is it my jaded mummified palate ? Have I sunk to a new low and now regard a fish finger and mash as the height of haute cuisine ? I don't think so.
Perhaps it is the trickery that annoys me. I want my food simpler. The fresh ingredients we have here simply don't need that kind of adornment. Some sure, I am not advocating a return to the cave, but it is jolly distracting.
Having said that, the pork belly with the crackling was to die for. The foie gras - fabulous and try not to think about the goose. Coconut icecream - a bit watery but pretty good. The soft cheese - so gorgeously ooozy and creamy it was obscene.
Oh yeah, and it was all very, very rich - hence the 2am posting while my stomach recovers.
For those in the know - go the 5 course degustation - you will not be able to manage more without having to get assistance from your chair. A bien tot