The fact that you dont book, you just walk past a couple of times peering into the window like a starving labrador and then finally, A SPARE TABLE. RUN!!!!
The fact that there are chairs hanging off the walls, why dont all eateries have chairs on the walls? HUH?!?
The fact that the wine can be served in science beakers.
The fact that you get to marvel at the 'clientele' strutting their way up and down smith street. By clientele I draw your attention to 40+yr old overweight and unwashed blokes in mini skirts with wigs and lippy.
...and most importantly, because the food is outrageous. This time around I got stuck into quail, moussaka, handmade lamb sausages, pomegranate salad, sous vide egg on spinach etc filo...
Plus braised this, stewed that, etc. I'll insert the disclaimer that I was about 3 bottles of burgundy away from full consciousness so the exact list of meze escapes me. I seem to recall telling someone to tell chef that I'm from Perth and was sad to see Eminem close its doors, how embarrassing.
This blog shall not turn into a food review site, as I hate them, all I'm saying is that I wish Perth had a place like this.
