|I love the art deco look to the foyer and the dining room.|
I apologize in advance for my photos. For one reason or another, it was touch and go getting nice images. It was very dark, I didn't want to get in the way of the many attentive staff, there was so much to talk about with Mr SSG and H, waving a large DSLR camera to capture our night out around the chic crowd made me feel very self conscious.
|Detail of the beautiful arched ceiling. I think the building used to be a bank.|
|The drinks menus. Plural.|
Rockpool has a legendary wine collection. One of the business owners donated a substantial portion of his personal collection to the wine cellars. There are 3 drinks menus - the white and sparkling wines (white file), the reds (burgundy file) and the cocktail and non alcohol drinks (thinnest menu). I let Mr SSG, H and the sommelier decide.
|The back of the menu.|
There are several half bottles of champagne to choose from. I had the Ruinart 'Blanc de Blanc' which has a rather creamy taste, according to the sommelier. He spoke the truth. It was very nice indeed.
Above the serving stations around the restaurant and the famous installations of wine glasses. They are all Riedel glasses and some poor person with a light touch needs to polish them regularly.
The sourdough was perfect. Not too salty or tough.
The rustic serve of butter was an interesting contrast to the glass, marble and dark smooth wooded decor.
We were seated near large windows that overlooked the street and instead of curtains, there were clear perspex (I think) rods hanging down the length of the glass. Very dramatic look as the daylight faded.
We ordered a selection of sides to go with out steak. The meats are served without any garnish but there is a choice of several sauces that the waiters will place individually on you plate at your request.
H needed salad. This is the radicchio, cos and endive salad with palm sugar vinaigrette. The dressing wasn't overpowering and it was a very moreish salad.
The legendary hand cut fat chips.
I swiped some of H's tomato sauce to have with them... What are brothers for?
The cauliflower and cheese gratin. Again, very pure flavours which helped me appreciate just how good baked cauliflower does taste. It takes on a completely different identity when baked.
Mushy peas!! With a poached egg on top. From his years in the UK, H is an expert on them and he gave Rockpool's version high praise indeed.
It felt exactly as if we were sitting down to steak in Gotham City. But a friendly version. One peopled by friendly and helpful staff (without the Joker face paint). There were still the dark suits and glamorous dresses but they were worn by laughing and occasionally flamboyant Sydney-siders.
I had a 250g grain fed 300 day Rangers Valley beef fillet. Oh, red meat, I missed you so. I felt like a car driving on new tank of fuel and new spark plugs when I took my last protein and iron filled bite. The boys went for the big guns and had Wagyu by David Blackmore (9+ marble score) and a Cape Grim T bone. All the meat is dry aged, the importance of which I learned on my visit to Victor Churchill last year. Oh the taste.
The bearnaise sauce.
There was no room for dessert, which I am sad about because I skipped a entree in the hope that I'd be able to squeeze one in somehow.
I had camomile tea instead.
H had yet another coffee. Since touching down in Australia, he's been a man possessed. Getting his shots of espresso wherever and whenever he can.
Not strictly part of a food review, but in case you were interested in the appointments of the ladies' room.
Aesop hand wash!!