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.
The Black Crowes a la carte.
Posted by: Tony.T | 30 June 2006 at 15:32
I noticed that the magazine is offering a dinner there if you pony up $90 I think. Who would want to go to a dinner organised by that magazine - imagine all the other wankers it would attract.
Any way - what sort of food reviewer has an eye in his date? I assume it's a brown eye.
Posted by: Francis Xavier Holden | 30 June 2006 at 19:22
Spot on, FX. An appalling mag, chock-a-block full of trendoids.
Posted by: Tony.T | 30 June 2006 at 19:36
I bet a few people got gastro at the Chew & Spew caravan in Wickham. The good old days.
Posted by: DJ | 01 July 2006 at 13:02
Fumeded!!! $25 for a plate of underground mutton!!! $8 and you get a toothpick for the pellets at the Petrel.
Posted by: slatts | 06 July 2006 at 13:33