Richmond's Grand Hotel is reviewed in today's Age Magazine:
My date's eye falls upon the item like a hungry Olympic Park dishlicker on the lure. "Rabbit of the day," says he, in a tone I chose to interpret as one of awe in my ability to find interesting places to eat. Indeed, it's something I've never seen either, but if it makes sense anywhere, it's at the Grand, Richmond's increasingly superb gastro-pub with Italian ticker.
Were you running an eatery, would you want it referred to as a gastro-eatery? I mean, having endured the odd bout o' blurts, gastro doesn't conjure up fond food memories; especially in the date's eye department.