There he is again. Our old friend Winston, though this time not at the Astor Hotel, but up in North Hobart at big old pub called The Winston.
As we stepped into the 1920’s Art Deco ambience of the Astor Grill, one could almost picture Winston and Nancy swapping insults and port in a dark corner.
“My sister?” says Hyacinth Bucket, “She’s the one with the Mercedes, swimming pool and room for a pony…” Did you know that’s the name’s genesis?
Pub Food? That’s come a long way, baby. No longer the poor cousin of cafés and restaurants, pubs have had to up their game.
What kind of restaurant takes guests out to the garden and into the kitchens? Saffire at Coles Bay. Home of food industry shooting star Nikki Hiscock.
Take a normal pasta class, throw in a big character, a handful of comedy, some sensational singing, and what have you got? Mamma Rosa’s MastaPasta Class.
This new bar on the block hums to its own tune, and that’s a good thing. The food is outstanding. The wine? Well that’s another story.
Wobbly Boot refers to the shape of the land, and the clever graphic on their wine labels instantly took me back to my childhood and Gulliver’s Travels.
Have you hesitated from cooking mussels at home? Don’t! They’re the easiest thing to cook on earth. Bronwyn at Bangor shows you how.
AAAAH! Sunday brunch! A favourite time of the week for me and my friends, and obviously a lot of other people around Australia. And in Hobart, as in any other largish town here in Oz, we’re spoilt for choice. Ginger Brown has been quietly doing its thing for a while now, and wow! They’re still…