In the Adelaide Hills, I drive into a hotel complex. I drive up a hill lined with upmarket holiday bungalows, and reach the newly-built restaurant at the top.
Inside, the place is spacious and new, and feels like a cross between a ski lodge and a convention centre.
There's a lot of pedestrian stuff (steaks, pasta, pizzas) on this menu, but the waitress is happy to go through the other choices with me.
I'm assured that the pork ribs are excellent.