So let’s ignore the fact I renegaded from my promise to write a post per week. So I’m hoping to make it up to you with my famous pumpkin pie recipe. Ok not so famous but definitely a popular dessert. Since living in the USA 5 years ago, I decided to adopt Thanksgiving here in Oz. The food is just too good to resist. I decided to make pumpkin pie for my first Christmas here in Sydney. It worked out perfectly because it bucketed down with rain all day. I have gone all Donna Hay in this recipe and cheat with the pastry. For a $3.20 pastry tart shell from Coles you would do the same. Bake, eat and enjoy!
Frozen shortcrust pastry tart shell (I use Pampas. Approx $3.20)
800g butternut pumpkin peeled and cubed
1/2 tsp ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon
1 tsp vanilla essence
1/2 cup cream
1 egg yolk
3/4 cup brown sugar
1. Preheat oven to 200 degrees celsius
2. Wrap the pumpkin in foil, place on a baking tray and roast in the oven for 40 minutes or until tender. Set aside to cool slightly, then place pumpkin in a food processor with the spices, vanilla extract and cream and process to combine.
3. Beat together the eggs and sugar in a small bowl, then stir into the pumpkin mixture.
4. Blind bake pastry tart shell for 10 minutes.
5. Pour in the pumpkin filling in the tart shell. Reduce the oven temperature to 170°C and bake for a further hour until the filling is set. Set aside to cool. Serve with the extra cream (I like vanilla ice cream).
Apologies: no photo evidence sorry. My presentation skills are still not up to scratch.
So I’ve run out of excuses as to why my treating is so irregular. I mean I haven’t stopped eating. I pledge that I will keep treating at least once a week with the odd recipe here and there. Today’s treat is exactly that. The Grounds of Alexandria is wonderful! It’s like a mixture of Old Mcdonald had a farm/Secret Garden/Rita’s heaven. Walking into The Grounds for the first time I couldn’t help but smile. Then I turned to my right and saw the long line for a table. Luckily my friends already had a pager in hand and at 9am we only had a half hour wait. Yes I know! On my left was this awesome outdoor kitchen. You are surrounded by strawberry tarts, muffins, lemonade stands, nuts….it truly is a food haven. It’s a lot to take in. So if you didn’t want to wait to be seated in the restaurant section you won’t leave The Grounds starving because there is food everywhere. Don’t forget to say hi to Kevin Bacon and Bradley the lamb who have returned after being stolen and found in country Victoria. The cute little petting farm in the back of The Grounds is a wonderful touch for families. I’ve used so many superlatives without even talking about a meal yet. After waiting (yes I waited and I would do it again) we went inside to be seated in front of the coffee roaster. Swoon! I am loving this trend with coffee roasting on the premises. Typika in Perth (see Treat 65) invested in a $800,000 coffee roasting machine that I loved staring at when I dined there. So I apologise to the company I was with if I was staring out to the distance. They even have a coffee menu with diagrams! I noticed the Sydney trend is to order piccolos, which is a small latte. I like that idea because I don’t like milky coffees. But knowing me I’ll stick to my macchiatos. I guess there piccolo is like a long macchiato. I tried ordering a long mac once and they gave me a long black. So I might try get on the piccolo bandwagon. The Grounds also offers French press coffees and aeropress coffee which I’ve never had. Aeropress coffee brews full bodied coffee that is less acidic and without bitterness so I’m looking forward to trying it. Or I could just get The Grounds coffee sample tray and try them all! Ok food time…sorry it’s long overdue. The breakfast menu has great variety – think quinoa porridge soaked in coconut milk with chia seeds and pawpaw, breakfast burger with eggs, bacon, relish and a relish roll; and even falafel gets a mention. The sides also give you heaps of choice. Make sure to try the homemade beans. I felt like something simple and ordered the breakfast board with double smoked bacon, pesto, persian fetta, heirloom tomatoes, avocado and poached eggs. It was so fresh and tasty. I did have issue with the bread. The sourdough was hard to cut and didn’t add anything to the meal. I probably chose the least creative dish on the menu but I left a happy camper. It just means I have to keep going back. I love The Grounds concept. Enchanting design, delicious food and friendly staff. I just want to tell everyone about it except then I don’t because it’s already so busy. I mean a half hour wait at 9am? Perth friends if you are visiting Sydney…I’ll probably be taking you there.
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The Grounds brekky
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I first heard about kale from my good friend/favourite actress Julia Roberts. She just had her twins and was telling me about how awesome kale was and how easy it is to grow in the garden. That’s all I remember from that particular magazine article. I’m still learning how to use kale. I broke one of those rocket blenders in my attempt to make a green smoothie. You need one of those fancy high speed blenders. You also need to remove the very hard stem. Another failed kale experience was making chips. Now that I live in the eastern suburbs of Sydney I see organic this/biodynamic this and so it’s very easy to find kale chips…for a price. It’s cheaper to make it yourself. My first attempt at kale chips was an oily disaster and it’s taken me awhile to try it again. But this time it was a success and embarrassingly easy. Make sure your kale is very dry after washing to ensure it gets the required crunch. Season as you like with herbs and spices but I kept mine simply salted. Recipe for you below. Don’t you feel healthier already.
Bunch of kale
I tbs olive oil
Season with salt
(Yep only 3 ingredients)
1. Preheat oven to 170 degrees Celsius (temperature may vary depending on your oven)
2. After washing kale make sure it’s dried thoroughly. Cut into small chip size pieces and make sure to remove large hard stem in middle.
3. In a bowl coat kale evenly in olive oil.
4. Spread out kale on tray. Make sure leaves are flat and not on top of each other. It’s all about getting that crunch.
5. Bang in oven for 10-15 mins depending on your oven’s temperament. Leaves should look slightly darker and slightly curled up. More than anything they should look dehydrated. So on your first batch keep checking them to avoid a charcoal mess (that was my failed second attempt)
6. Season with salt and put in bowl to eat now or air tight container for later.
Yes it’s that simple and it tastes delicious. Take it to work for that 3pm snack or as a replacement for popcorn during a movie (the latter is a hard sell…of course you have to get popcorn at the movies).
Just like a green smoothie but only crunchy!
I am going to make a sweeping claim today. I have found the best ribs in Sydney. Ok not as bold as saying the best in the world. Though I did say Vue de Monde in Melbourne was the best meal in my whole life in the whole world (See Treat 50) So where are the best ribs in Sydney? After 3 years of walking by Ms G’s my friend Bron kindly waited till I moved to Sydney to venture there. The wait was worth it. We were there early so no waiting for us (another restaurant with a no booking policy). Ms G’s offers funky modern Asian food (that was the description from its website). I mean hello corn on the cob? I decided to road test the corn. Why? Well Mamasita in Melbourne (see Quick Treat: I’m Corny)have a signature corn and its delicious. I wanted to see what Dan Hong’s kitchen do. It was wonderful. Parmesan encrusted, graced with lime and a hint of spicy sauce. I couldn’t wipe the smile or sauce off my face. Better than Mamasita’s corn on the cob? In my humble opinion…yes. The menu at Ms G’s is designed to share. Keeping in mind we were having desert no matter what…we ordered with caution. As you may know I have a tendency to over order (see Treat 12) We enjoyed the following dishes:
-Malaysian style butter prawns, curry leaf chilli, lime
-Purple kale stirfry
-Jow’s sweet & sour lamb ribs
Prawns were brought out first and we couldn’t wait for the other dishes so off we went. It was a great start. Crunchy…tick. Flavour…tick. Nice hint of spice…tick. At this stage it was winning but then came along the ribs and blew the prawns out of the water. The ribs were sticky deliciousness that I happily devoured. Now lamb ribs is always risky because most of the time you get more fat than meat. I experienced this recently when I accidentally ordered a full lamb rack, inspired by memories of Ms G’s lamb ribs. It was not the same. I still dream about Ms G’s lamb ribs and when I will be reunited with them. Sigh. Ok I’m back…yes so if I haven’t mentioned it already, do yourself a favour and get the lamb ribs. The purple kale was a pleasant addition. I still haven’t conquered cooking kale…my attempts have been futile. I know it’s good for you but it taste better when there’s bad things for you on it. This dish also gets a tick and I am now going to attempt a kale stir fry drowned in soy sauce and garlic (there are probably more complex flavours than that in Ms G’s dish but I am simplifying it for a single working girl’s kitchen…ok also add chilli for some heat). Last but not least…the creme de la creme…Stoner’s Delight. Yep that’s the name of the dessert. What is in a Stoner’s Delight you ask? Are you ready for it? It includes…doughnut ice cream, peanut butter, raspberry jam, candied bacon, potato chips, mars bar slice, banana fritter. What does it taste like? Perhaps an Elvis Presley scale heart attack. Aka amazingness on a plate. The doughnut ice cream had the right hint of cinnamon that ensured the ice cream hit the brief. Peanut butter desserts…oh how I love you. This made the dessert an automatic winner. The candied bacon…while weird actually gave the dish a nice crunch. The banana fritter was reminiscent to those you get at Chinese restaurants but without the oily remains. It had crunch, it had banana goodness and you don’t need to be a stoner to enjoy this dessert. You just need to be human. I love Ms G’s. Can you tell? Two words for you…go there.
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Ms G’s corn on the cob is better than Mamasitas…there I said it.
Best ribs in Sydney!
So it’s taken me awhile…2 years in the making but finally there is a recipe on my blog. Stop the applause…please…please…ok it’s just me clapping. Also known as a self-high five. Lame I know but hey it’s my blog. I thought for my first recipe on this blog I would do one dear to my heart. I grew up on this and it’s a beautiful memory (still happens so it’s also my reality). My dad comes home from work to a plate of hummus with carrots and celery lovingly prepared by my mum. The feminists out there might burn their bras over this BUT take it for what it is…a woman who loves her man. Without any further adieu….Mother Mary’s famous hummus recipe.
1 can of chickpeas (my mum uses dried chickpeas and soaks them overnight but I don’t have the patience)
1/4 cup lemon juice (taste to see if you want to add more)
1/4 cup hulled tahini (to save you from confusion in the health food aisle of Coles or Woolworths)
Half of a large garlic clove minced (taste to see if you want to add more…the Khouri family way is
1/2 to 1 tsp salt
1 tsp cumin
2 tbs Olive oil
2 to 3 tbs water (depending on consistency)
Dash of paprika
1. Combine the tahini and lemon juice in the food processor for 1 minute. Scrape sides and bottom of bowl then process for another 30 seconds. Scrape sides of bowl again.
2. Add the olive oil, minced garlic, cumin and salt to the food processor with the tahini and lemon juice mixture. Process for 30 seconds. Scrapes sides of bowl. Process for another 30 seconds.
3. Open can of chickpeas, drain liquid and then rinse well with water. For a smoother consistency remove the skins from the chickpeas. Add the chickpeas to the food processor. Process half the chickpea quantity at a time and process for a minute or two until thick and smooth.
3. Most likely the hummus will be too thick or have tiny pieces of chickpeas still so add two or three tablespoons of water until a smooth consistency.
4. To serve – spread on plate, squirt olive oil and sprinkle paprika or cumin.
Now all the above is not my mother’s recipe. Why? Because after years of practice she has mastered hummus and it is all by taste. I recommend getting the teaspoon out and tasting as you go to learn your garlic and lemon juice threshold. Mine is very high because garlic is almost in everything I ate growing up (still is) and with ample lemons thanks to the trees in the backyard I can handle sour. Now that I have moved to Sydney I miss having lemon trees. I am hoping to make a new friend in Sydney solely for the reason they have a lemon tree in their backyard.
So finally there is a recipe on my blog! Thank you for your patience. Now the image is below is what I prepared earlier. That was my first attempt when I accidentally forgot I was one person and made my hummus with 3 cans instead of the one. Also you might be worried about all those chickpeas and let’s face it the gas and bloating effect from it. Here is my mother Mary’s secret (not so secret because I’m about to tell you) to prevent this…cumin. Yes this powerful spice will aid in the chickpea digestion so put a generous teaspoon or sprinkle extra cumin over the hummus. You’ll thank me (my mum) later. Enjoy or as my family would say…sahtain.
Finally my mum’ s famous hummus recipe!
It’s blogging time finally. Sorry for the delay in treats but I have a decent excuse. I just packed my bags and moved to the other side of the country. So the treats will take on a different flavour. You’ll hear me rave or rant about restaurants in my new home town of Sydney. In terms of ranting…price might not be one of them. I had brunch the other day including coffee…set me back $15. That’s double in Perth. Happy hour with half price drinks besides Carnegies on a Wednesday then you are dreaming. Besides eating out I’ll also post recipes (I actually mean it this time). My mum is an amazing cook but me I cook like my teta (grandma). I’m always in a rush. My problem is I cook when I’m hungry so I’ll eat along the way or rush so I can eat it sooner. However by living at home I became complacent. To quote a wise man (Hugh Jackman)…you can either stay complacent or grow. I decided to grow, not in height though that would be handy but in cooking ability and independence. For example, hummus is a staple of my house but not once did I attempt it. Why? Because my mum does an amazing job. When she tried to teach me it was in one ear and out the other. But I gave it a go and besides making too much (you only need one can not three for one person to last you a week). I made enough for a small army. So another challenge is cooking for one because I’m naturally engrained to cook bulk. Now I will use this post to talk food and not just update you on my life. Let’s talk one of my fave meals of the day…brunch. I alluded to it earlier when I was having my usual rant about Perth prices. My first brunch in Sydney was at Cowbell 808 in Surry Hills. I initially wanted to go to Bourke Street Bakery but at 11.30 on a Sunday I had no chance with the line bending around the corner. As you know I don’t wait (see Treat 44) My friend Patrick recommended Cowbell for its bacon ice cream…yep you heard right. How was it? Well I couldn’t tell you because they took it off the menu. I almost threw a tantrum like the 2 year old next to me. She too was obviously upset about the lack of bacon ice cream. Instead I got an egg and bacon wrap, which was delicious! The relish that went with yum! It was an alternative version of a bacon and egg roll…I was impressed. Their version of shashuka also looked a stand out. I say looked because I was eye dropping the table next to me. It was a couple on a date and the girl got the bigger meal. I was proud of her. My friend Alisha opted for the traditional scrambled eggs on toast. Just a couple negatives…table numbers were a bit disorganised. There were three table 13s, which became 13 1/2 and 13 3/4 by the end of it. The food was slow to come out but in Cowbell’s defence the place was heaving. We were lucky to get a table straight away. All in all this was a fine introduction to the Sydney brunch scene. I’ll continue searching high and low for the best brunch in Sydney. Tuck Shop and Sayers jointly took out the title in Perth. So watch this space…
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Good news…I have upgraded to an iPhone 5. No more dark and blurry photos.
Bad news…I’m so out of touch that I forgot to take a photo.
I really wanted to like this place. I really did. But all I feel is disappointment and hunger. My first visit to No 4 Blake street was more successful. Good coffee and I enjoyed the banana bread. Though disappointed that at 11am I couldn’t get the brownie as they hadn’t made it yet. The menu said it was available. Now I still don’t know what homemade aero tastes like. I still liked the cafe enough to suggest to my culinary adventurous friends from my European travels to join me there for an overdue catch up. How I wish I did not spearhead this decision. Firstly, the coffee was undrinkable. It was so bitter that I thought my glass still had detergent remains from the dishwasher. I barely had a quarter before giving up. My friend Daniele also didn’t enjoy his coffee. The tea however was a hit with both Kirsty and Krystle, which helped keep them warm on this blistery cold winters day. So if the coffee was bad, how about the food? The disappointment sadly continued. I ordered the chakchouka after having a very positive experience at Boucla in Subiaco. Boucla’s chakchouka had intense flavour. Chunky tomato pieces made it easy to pick up with bread. The egg was baked to perfection, the white was dense and the yolk gooey. For $14 it was great value.The Blake version was the complete opposite. It was not cooked properly. The egg whites were clear and runny. Only two tiny pieces of olive bread were provided to dip into the small clay pot. The intense tomato flavour was missing. The red peppers were few and far between. It lacked the kick that made Boucla’s chakchouka soar. In fairness Daniele who also ordered the chakchouka had better looking whites. The fact he left most of it in the clay pot is not a good sign. For $18 I wished I suggested Boucla in the first place. I was left hungry and popped down the road to Hobart Street Deli for my coffee fix. Sorry it doesn’t end there. Kirsty’s sourdough bread was either stale or not properly toasted. In other words it was inedible. On a positive note her poached eggs were perfect. Krystle also ordered the poached eggs but on gluten free bread. Her side of avocado never came. Getting the waitstaffs’ attention was near impossible. I think they forget the section up the stairs. Everytime we tried to wave them down they had quickly turned their backs down the stairs to the kitchen. So the service was also a let down. If you see a table with most of their plates with food remains and cups with undrunk coffee…that should be a sign in itself that the party is not happy. We tried to complain in the end but the waitstaff serving us wasn’t very receptive. All in all it was a letdown from start to finish. I’m hoping Blakes was having a bad day because I’ve heard great things from quite a few people. I just checked their website and they have taken the week off. Me thinks it’s good timing to get the staff refreshed. Hopefully the food improves, perhaps a good opporunity to clean the coffee machine and next time I look forward to seeing service with a smile. Otherwise go to Boucla instead for chakchouka that won’t let you down. And yes…I like to say chakchouka.
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So I branched out to a new café in Claremont that has its own coffee roaster. Apparently the machine is worth over $800,000. It better be good coffee then. Don’t worry it is. Typika is not a typical café I would frequent. I’m never in the Claremont area. Too much temptation to buy expensive items I don’t need. Plus I’m a bargain hunter…expensive is not for me. What is the difference between Typika and my other favourite cafes (Tuck Shop and Sayers)? Space. Typika has almost a warehouse feel to it. Though I did have to wait 5 minutes before getting seated. I blame the newness factor. New in Perth means everybody has to go there. I had the same problem at the Stables Bar in the CBD. Perth people flock to new places. I am guilty of this. So what can you expect at Typika? It has a comprehensive breakfast menu that you can order till 3pm on weekends. Brownie points right there. Then lunch is designed to share. I can’t wait to back there for the ribs. I’ve heard it’s sticky sweet amazingness. Today I opted to take advantage of the breakky menu at 1.30pm. Poached eggs over a bed of spicy slow cooked beef served with a harissa hollandaise. I savoured every bite. The beef was tender. The poached eggs were perfectly cooked. Yolky goodness oozed onto the beef and cape seed bread. Minor criticism…more spice please. Thank you Thailand holiday for improving my spice tolerance levels. If this dish is a reflection of the rest of the menu…then I can’t wait to go back again. I’ve also had the kale juice there. It is what it is…health in a cup. Yumminess is optional. You must get a coffee. Just be warned ordering a coffee in a take away cup while dining in proved difficult. Actually impossible. Despite a couple service mishaps, the wait-staff were generally patient and considerate. Get out of your comfort zone and make the trek down Stirling Highway to enjoy the fantastic coffee and food options that are typical of Typika.
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This treat won’t be packed with South of the river jokes. Scout’s honour. Except I was never in the scouts and I can’t help myself. Talking to my friend Fran, who had never stepped foot into tourist favourite Little Creatures, Fremantle is very much still a day trip. You don’t pop over there just for lunch. Well that’s just lies. Because you can and I am living proof that the drive to Freo is worth the couple hours you spend there. You don’t have to spend all day there. Just lunch. So that’s we did at Ootong Lincoln. We missed the breakfast menu by half hour (I underestimated the time it would take me to get to Freo…sorry I told you I couldn’t help it). I was impressed that the breakky menu lasts till 1.00pm. I like Freo’s laid back style where breakfast and lunch menus co-exist together. I ordered the ‘Asian salad’ as the waiter described it when he gave it to me. In his defence I couldn’t pronounce it either. Crispy bean sprouts, fresh capscicum and a small portion of chicken was combined with a refreshing Thai fish sauce dressing. Sweet, sour and delicious. My sister’s frittata was gluten free and vegetable packed. Did she like it? Well she finished it. But I couldn’t tell from her poker face if she was in love with it. Now the salted caramel macaron or coloured biscuit as she likes to call it was a hit. We demolished them in no time. My friend Kirsty had the salads and wasn’t overly impressed. The couscous salad was bland with the large corn pearls absorbing any form of dressing. The rocket and pomegranate salad was enjoyable but it didn’t hit the ball out of the park. I talk baseball because my friend Erin at work is heading on an amazing six week trip that includes a baseball game in New York. We spent many a minute on wikepedia figuring out how long the game goes for. So the salads weren’t amazing but it just proves my point. You don’t make friends with salad. I’m definately more brunch than lunch so I’ll be back at Ootong Lincoln before 1pm for their breakfast menu. P.S. Love the vintage bikes and jar lighting. Makes bric and brac from the verge look cool. Screams Freo. Actually I should say screams South Freo. Yes I admit I got lost finding south Freo. I can’t wait to spend a few more hours (no day trip necessary) there.
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Pumpkin arancini with the peski couscous salad.
Vegetable packed frittata
Asian salad….I loved the dressing.
I’m a tragic when it comes to new places in Perth. I try to be the first one there. If I like the place I keep going back. So that’s the situation I have found myself at Gordon’s Street Garage. Don’t get me wrong, it has let me down at times. The coffee that never came, receiving a white wine when I ordered a very red Sangiovese, getting charged for three bottles of wine when we only ordered three glasses….sadly the list of service mishaps goes on. Can we put it down to teething problems? I do have to criticise how each mishap was handled. Apologies were never received. In fact the coffee that never came was blamed on us even though we had paid for it and had an itemised bill to prove it. When you order two take away coffees and only receive one take away cup – there is no other way to explain it but a miscommunication between the barista and wait-staff. This should be rectified immediately rather than questioning the customer. That was my second breakfast visit at Gordon’s and compared to my other visits was the one with the worst service. Considering it was quite empty for a Wednesday morning, it was very slow to have our orders taken and even slower to get coffees to four dedicated females who don’t work in West Perth but wanted to experience Gordon’s breakfast delights. Sorry for the negative start to this treat. I will now write with a more positive tone. The first breakky experience showcased how busy a new place in Perth gets. Though we didn’t have to wait long to get a table for our big group of seven. Service was polished despite mounting pressure from the heaving crowds. The food that came out was delicious. The bruschetta, avocado, heirloom tomato, labneh and rocket combination was spot on. The labneh was deliciously tart as I expected it to be. The gluten free banana bread toast with cinnamon butter was a hit with my coeliac sister Suzy. I think I ate most of it (poor Suzy). All my dining companions were impressed with their breaky dishes. The vegetarian breakfast was very filling and I admit food envy as I saw my friend Louise plough through it. The only negative point was they ran out of the savoury muffins, which sounded amazing. It was an artichoke number. At this stage, Gordon’s had been opened for less than two weeks. So far I was impressed. The second breakky visit as discussed above let me down. The pumpkin and feta muffin was slightly dry. The real let down was in the service. Now to dinner. You will be happy to know that Gordon’s is open late Monday to Sunday. About time there is a late night dining venue where you can have a nice red wine and graze over a pizza with your mates. The first dinner experience had hits and misses. My friend Krystle has severe gluten intolerance so we had to be careful with what we ordered. That rules out the pizzas and half the salads. Unfortunately the menu isn’t very flexible so asking to have the buckwheat replaced with quinoa in the tabouleh was a fail. The highlight was the beetroot salad. So elegant. Delicately shaved beetroot perfectly matched the walnuts and blue cheese. The fish was delicious but we needed more of it. As it was on the share menu, there wasn’t much of it to go around. The tabouleh was a disappointment. It was a modern take on this Middle Eastern classic and lacked dressing. What I do love about the menu is that it works well for sharing. The next dinner experience was all about the pizza. I was a big fan of the 4 seasons with prosciutto, artichoke and mushrooms. I just love artichokes full stop. It didn’t take much for this to be a winner. The Hunters pizza was like a fancy meat eaters with house made salami picante and prosciutto. Yes I googled what picante meant and it refers to the salami being prepared in such a way as to be spicy. I didn’t feel the heat from the salami but I have increased my spicy tolerance thanks to a trip to Thailand. The pizzas weren’t amazing like Dough (see Treat 26) but they do have a delicious flavour profile. Plus add a glass of Tempranillo, good company and you have yourself a lovely night. So there is room for improvement at Gordon’s. However, I can’t believe I left it this long to describe the interior. The space screams Melbourne. From funky booths, to an upstairs area with an old-fashioned record player, it is quirky, cool and industrial. It is loud. The universal music playing in the background will make you think you’re in Spain one minute, the Middle East the next and then off to France you go. I’ll also make a note about the bathrooms. Thanks to the low basins I felt very tall. Maybe not practical but hey it was nice to feel tall for a moment. Overall I would go back to Gordon’s Street Garage. I am not ready to give up on it. Though it’s had woeful service in a couple of my visits, in my last visit service was spot on. We even had a few laughs with the wait-staff as they patiently waited for us to make up our mind. This place makes you feel like you are in another place (Melbourne or Barcelona come to mind because of the arty décor) but a couple of the service mishaps bring you back to earth that you are in Perth.
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