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Australasia Restaurant, Manchester

Sunday, June 24th, 2012

Time for another review. If you have read my reviews in the past you will be aware that I can normally find fault with most things, but in the case of Australasia I am hard pressed.

It opened in 2011 and there was much talk about it and I couldn’t move an inch around Manchester without someone asking me whether I’d been. I shall admit that I was worried that it would be too trendy and too up-itself for my liking, but – I quickly discovered – that it’s not. In fact, it’s so amazing I must have eaten there fifteen or sixteen times since September last year. I take clients, friends and family and not one person has said anything negative about it… with the exception of my friends last night who said they only wished it wasn’t in Manchester but in their own city. I even seem to have got ‘a table’ – for 50% of my trips to Australasia I seem to have been seated at exactly the same table.

You enter into the restaurant, just off Deansgate, descending underground through a Louvre-esque structure jutting out in front of the Armani shop. The welcome received by the front of house team is professionally friendly and not too overwhelming or aloof.

Once seated at your table – last night I had different table, which did throw me a bit – one of the waiting staff (who are all nauseatingly attractive) comes over and offers to ‘explain the menu’ to you. Now, I do normally loathe these ‘concept’ restaurants where the staff assume you are so thick you can’t work it out for yourself – but in Australasia’s case I can forgive them this gimmick, and they don’t patronize you.

Being a creature of habit, I have the same thing every time I go. To begin, Szechuan salt and pepper beef skewers with sweet soy and crispy shallots, followed by Corn-fed chicken with asparagus, mushrooms and foie gras foam. The accompanying Sweet potato and rosemary mash is a must and I have tried to replicate it many times at Hanson Towers, to some success but nothing compares to the real thing.

There always seems to be ‘someone’ at the restaurant – mostly people from the footballing community (although don’t let that put you off). I have to have them pointed out to me as I could trip over them and still not realise who they were. Indeed, I once was seated on a banquette at Australasia next to a VERY high profile footballer and didn’t clock until the puddings.

Ah, yes – pudding. Now here is where I like to shake it up a bit. I fluctuate each time between Chocolate pavé with sour cherry jelly, griottine cherries and miso ice cream and Espresso fondant and vanilla crème fraiche with walnut ice cream.

I don’t want this review to sound too gushing so I will just nit-pick a bit for sake of balance. The cleanliness of the lavatories is not quite right. They are not dirty (all things considered) but the role of an attendant could be used effectively to spruce them up a bit during service. Things I noticed from last night on my trip to the loo: wet tissue behind the sink, one of the loo roll holders was broken, an unexplained lake of water beneath the Dyson Air Blade dryer. Minor things, but having someone go in every fifteen minutes and spruce the place up may just help.

W.C.’s aside, Australasia gets everything right. The atmosphere is happy, vibrant and the music is present but not so overpowering you have to project your voice just to speak to the person sitting next to you. The décor is light and airy, with an excellent use of Lloyd Loom garden furniture – Hyacinth Bucket once hosted an ‘Outdoors Indoors Luxury Barbecue with Finger Buffet’. Perhaps Living Ventures, who own the restaurant, copied Mrs Bucket’s idea for this first-rate restaurant.

I really cannot say enough good things about Australasia. If I were to run a city-centre restaurant, this is exactly the sort of place it would be.

Service: 9/10
Food: 10/10
Atmosphere: 10/10
Cleanliness: 8/10

 

 

Pudding vs Dessert: John Robertson’s Verdict

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

Pudding v Dessert

The old “two countries divided by a common language” conundrum.

I grew up in North America where dessert was the sweet course that followed the main, from the simplest home meal to the grandest restaurant.  A simple meal was usually just two courses, main course and dessert; for special occasions a starter course was added (often shrimp cocktail served in a small glass dish that sat within a larger bowl of crushed ice, or just a green salad). This was the 60’s and things were much simpler then. Of course, dessert might have actually been a pudding, such as bread and butter pudding or something we called Lemon Snow, but more often “pudding” referred to a soft custardy mixture that came as a powder in Shirriff  or Jell-O boxes and was cooked with milk, until the instant variety came along that needed no cooking, just mix it up and refrigerate. This was a standard and simple dessert that mothers across the continent could rely on along with its counterpart, jelly, which was synonymous with the brand name Jell-O. Sadly, kids today think Jell-O has something to do with bar shots. So, your North American audience believes that dessert follows the main course and may include any variety of sweets. These are their long-held beliefs and as we all know, best not to try to mess with people’s beliefs.

Then I moved to England where I learned that the fork is only ever held in the left hand with the tines down and that pudding and dessert are two separate courses. Of course, I would eventually learn there are times when it is alright to hold the fork in the right hand, tines up, but the rules of engagement are not for the faint-hearted. And sometimes there is only a pudding course, and sometimes we just skip to dessert. But “pudding” refers to a prepared sweet dish (boiled, steamed or baked) while “dessert” refers to the fruit course. The main course is not always followed by a sweet course, sometimes we continue with a savoury such as mushrooms on toast before we reach pudding and eventually dessert. This really confuses North Americans.

I am old and beyond insisting to my audience that there is only, ever, a single right answer to any question.  Customs differ, we all travel so much. I defer to perhaps the greatest personification of the word “gentleman” known in our time, the late John Morgan, who without ceding an inch would answer Mr. Remer’s argument with the kindest of words, “How interesting.”

John G. Robertson
Protocol and Etiquette Consultant since before it was a gimmick

Restaurant Review: C London

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

I have thought about writing blog posts on restaurants I have visited before, but never managed to put fingers to keypad. Of course, this has now changed. The blogs I had in mind previously for my culinary musings would have focused on the service (or lack of) but this post is designed to highlight and praise what is probably now my favourite restaurant in London, and one of my favourite in the UK: C London.

Formerly called ‘The Cipriani’, it was forced to change its name to the present title due to a law suit from the Italian hotel (which also owns this restaurant… bizarrely). Situated in Mayfair’s Davies Street, the restaurant is (I discovered subsequently) a favourite of television and music mogul Simon Cowell, and a regular haunt of many A-list celebrities. There weren’t any slebs in when I ate, presumably that was because I was the token sleb at the time (please note the irony).

The restaurant is Italian in theme and like many good authentic Italian restaurants up and down the land they seem to employ half of Italy as their waiting staff. This is not strictly a negative as it does mean efficient and conscientious service, but I often find that it can mean the ‘dining experience’ is over before it has even begun. Maybe I am just fussy as I also don’t like sitting for hours for the food to be brought out, but there is an art in perfecting the timing of the diners’ service.

The one concern I always have with quick service of the food is that it hasn’t been prepared fresh. My mother would always say about late service, ‘well, at least it means it is fresh’. Quite true, and I did slightly question whether the food at C London was as fresh as it could be seeing as it seemed to fly out the kitchen before the waiter had even taken our order.

Any reservations I may have had were quelled when I tucked into Sausage Tagliarelle. The sausage meat had been squeezed out of the sausage skin and gently fried so it melted in the mouth. The pasta was fresh (of course) and a very light sauce coated the pasta. I also tried the Veal Milanese, which was tender and succulent.

I have a very sweet tooth and sadly I did not have time to sample any of their puddings. That said, I find that Italian restaurants generally have a consistently poor selection of puddings – tiramisu, summer pudding, gelati. Although at C London I did glimpse mention of a crepe on their website, so I shall retain judgment on the pudding front until my return visit in a few days.

C London

The interior design is awash with bronze and off-bronze colours. Copper-tinted mirrors clad the bar area, reflecting the 1930s inspired décor. The dining tables and chairs are lower than your average restaurant, which can be off-putting at first, as to a first-time diner it felt a tad like Alice in Wonderland, but it helps the congenial and laid back atmosphere that is synonymous with Italian dining.

Reading this review back it may seem to draw upon negatives and flaws too much, but the fact that I can only pick out one or two minor ones means that it is good: I’m quite critical. The prices are not that expensive for London standards, but it is certainly not cheap. The quality of food one gets and the overall pleasure from eating there is worth the slightly steep prices: if one got more on the plate then they might be justified. But it won’t stop me from going back for more.