A bit of Austin Powers, the old navy and modern Hobart all thrown in together. Somehow at the Old Wharf Restaurant, this strange mix works.
The service here is always… unusual, to say the least. From a wonky tea pot last time, this time we entered the archaeology of bacon.
A good pizza is not as easy to make as you’d think. Miss Jane hits some real highs, but the pizza? Not fantastic…
Delilah, at the front of the restaurant, stood 8 feet tall in black leather, handcuffs and whip swinging from a thin belt around her waist. Zing!
They’ve depth chargers on the menu, fishwives’ garden & battle of Cadiz stuff. One of Hobart’s oldest restaurant institutions – The Drunken Admiral.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Geronimo? Rebel? His name means ‘one who yawns’, well did this namesake restaurant make me yawn? Hell no, but not exactly jump for joy either.