The Cypriot Club

I resented the Cyriot Club for a long time. Everytime I’d walk past there, the most incredible, delicate, moist smell of lamb on the grill would come wafting out from the bright blue verandah and assault my senses. I’d sometimes stop and stare up at the men sitting around tables ripping into those tender morsels of flesh and feel extreme jealousy. I couldn’t see any sign welcoming people off the street, and so I kept walking.
One night a friend invited me to the Cypriot Club for dinner. Well, as it turns out the bright blue building on Vulture Street IS a restaurant and a damn fine one at that. I finally got to taste that regularly basted, succulent flesh, and my goodness, it went beyond my expectations. It is hands down the best flesh I’ve tasted. The cheeses, the salads, everything is fantastic. Bring some wine with you– it finishes off the experience quite nicely.
Do bring some cash with you. You wouldn’t expect eating on the verandah of an old Queenslander to be quite so expensive. At the very least you’ll be paying $ 40 per head as a minimum.
It is, by far, one of the most explosive and flavoursome dinners I’ve had in quite some time. You get the feeling you’re experiencing something quite off the beaten culinary track of West End.