On the recommendation of the kidlets who had been here with their dad, we took my father-in-law here for his birthday dinner. Again, I adore suburban places that do dinner(cafes, cafes everywhere but nowhere to eat in the evenings). The service was a bit shambolic but I really think the one waiter was doing his best. It’s just that kind of place, you know — Italian. It has all the usuals and on recommendation we started with the breads which were all great but the pesto kind particularly good. And of course I then had pasta — Spinach & Ricotta Ravioli with Blue Cheese and Cream sauce. Definitely not an everyday food but it was freaking incredible. My daughter recommends the«tomatoey long pasta with the bacon in it» but I would be surprised if there is anything on this menu that’s not amazing. I make a lot of pasta at home but I just don’t know how to get the richness and depth of flavour that these Italian places are doing. Guess I’ll just have to keep going out when it’s time for a big old diet-bashing cheat meal. All the wines are $ 25 a bottle and there doesn’t seem to be a list(or perhaps the waiter was just too busy to show it to us so starting reeling off options instead). Have a look at the bottles on display or let them choose one for you. The owner does all the cooking and the bickering between him and his waiter was like a sweet Italian bromance having a bad day. But really it just adds to the atmosphere — don’t expect much from the service except good intentions and sit back and stuff yourself stupid.
