May 2014
After a long drive, and twenty minutes driving up and down Uley Road, I'm finally here.
These no-number places out in whoop-whoop are always a pain. I ask Siri, and she concurs with this analysis, though she cannot connect to the internet, because we're too far from civilisation here.
It's a very quiet night tonight. I'm the only person here.
There's no Diet Coke here, only organic cola. Sugar is natural, and is therefore good for you.
The menu here is very international. It has an East and a West page, and all kinds of dishes representative of various countries.
The waitress is happy to give me lots of input regarding choosing a dish. We eventually narrow it down to something with zero percent chance of coriander infestation.
This is a new Serbian place. I'm in the dining room. There's a table of eight, a table of three, and me. The room is full. There are a few more seats out at the bar.
I'm recommended the Tapas - three small courses.
I hadn't noticed this place before. The decor is to an unusually high spec for Adelaide. I'm reclining on a faux crocodile skin bench
The menu is in pristine condition, which indicates that the place is very new. Turns out it's just over three weeks old.
I place my umbrella next to my seat, so I won't forget it. It's very easy to leave umbrellas behind.
As I entered, I had this terrible feeling I'd been here before, but that the name had changed, or this was a duplicate listing.
I have been here before. It was called Rickshaws, and was a generic Asian restaurant.
After some questioning of the waiter, I'm happy that this is an entirely new, Japanese restaurant.
Long drive out here from the city. The place is by the beach, in the middle of nowhere. I could hear the waves crashing as I walked up to the restaurant. I'll avoid ordering chips, lest I attract a flock of unfashionable seagulls.
This is the 200th episode of The Feed Report.
Have ventured into Burnside Village. Was expecting to find a mis-categorised franchise restaurant in the food court, but this is actually fairly fancy.
I'm recommended the duck. Good news for me. Bad news for the duck.
I'm brought three olives. I'm not much of an olive muncher, but I know that these are good olives.
I haven't met Roy, but I'm hoping he's exceptionally vile.
I ask the waitress what the best thing on the menu is. She says the lamb, fish, and duck, and then immediately walks away before I can reply.
The (I assume) proprietor visits my table. He provides me with lots of information.
Just mopping up a few restaurants I missed on my previous runs.
This is the restaurant in the base of the Playford Hotel, on North Terrace.
Things are getting fancy in here. :)
There is no internet coverage here. I'm reduced to using "Notes" to type out my report tonight, like some primitive barbarian beating a rock against another rock. I tell the head waiter I have a booking for one. He tells me about SBS's Table for One, apparently on every New Years Eve. An odd introduction, but I'll make a note of it for December 31. The place is like a big house, and the main dining room is like someone's lounge room, but bigger. It's carpeted, and there are German ornaments everywhere. The music playing is a radio station. That's fine, other than the ads.