August 2014
It's hard to find anything on the Glenelg foreshore. This place is by the bridge.
On Rundle St, in the oost ende of the city.
Down at Glénelg again.
Now, when I was at scool, we spelled scool with an "h". Not sure why it's missing here. Must be some kind of a sceme.
Down at Glenelg tonight.
I ask the waiter what's popular from the menu, but it's his first day on the job. He fetches the other waiter, who's happy to give extensive information about the various dishes on the menu.
Tonight, Sostas are doing it for themselves.
I'm seated outside. It's a busy Friday night, but it's not too cold a night, and it's fairly civilised out here.
I'm going to try their Tapas tonight. I had a regular main course last time, and eating tapas will give me a better indication of the feed quality here.
I head to the most brightly lit table, but it burns my eyes out, so I move to an adjacent chair.
Good lighting makes for better photography. I hate having to do "dungeon photography". :)
This place has very fancy decor for a place on the restaurant strip.
Culshaw's is one of Adelaide's few "native Australian" restaurants. Which is good, because I'm a top bloody Aussie cobber myself.
I had the tasting plate last time I was here, which covers all the Australian main courses, so I'll have to order something less Australian tonight.
The place seems understaffed. It takes several minutes for me to be seated. I'm not offered a drink, and when I flag fine a waitress and ask for one, she says there's no table service tonight. Every other restaurant in this price category manages table service.
I've been waiting at this bar for a drink for another several minutes.
When I'm served, I ask if a few staff are missing tonight. Apparently not. They're all on break.
This place has been miscategorised on Urbanspoon. Almost everything on the menu is a burger, pizza, bun, or schnitzel.
"Long time, no see," says the waiter. That's a good memory. I've only been here once, eight months ago.
This place has amusing gadgets. It has its own automatic door, and the room is warmed a fraction of a degree by an LCD TV with an video of a fire on it.