Tonight peeps we headed out to the burbs, meeting half way between Upper Hutt and Wellington with friends in Petone. Only a slightly 6 year overdue catchup! K Sing was their restaurant suggestion. We’d never heard of it, so bottle in wine in hand, table booked, we were good to go. Continue reading
My fellow Welly instagrammers had posted a few pics of some of the delicious food being served at Willi’s Kitchen. But where the heck is this place you ask? It’s on Manners Street, just a few shops along from Bodyshop, before Pigeon park. Neatly tucked away – blink and you’d miss it. Continue reading
Anything French, I’m sold. My darling friend Hemma who abandoned me in Welly and moved to Auckland, suggested Catroux as a place for our catchup. How she knows me so well. This was so love at first sight. Continue reading
The powers of social media eh? Thanks to an instant pic by fellow foodies Wellybrunch, I changed my original Friday lunch date venue to Frank’s on the Terrace. They also have one in Newtown too. I’d been here before three years ago only for a coffee, and remember their lovely cabinet food which they still have; lots of gorgeous muffins/cakes and filled rolls. I don’t recall them having a breakfast/lunch menu, so was so looking forward to trying it out. Continue reading
The former Malaysian Satay Kajang has reopened as a new Vietnamese restaurant on Dixon Street; The Old Quarter. What another Vietnamese restaurant in Welly you say but clapping your hands of course, and not complaining. Continue reading
Our final night in darling San Antonio and we finished with a bang. Thanks to my trusty foodie research advisor friend Ronda, she recommended Cured at Pearl, as being the numero uno place to dine at. So we were taken on an amazing gastronomic journey and this was one of our Texan highlights. Continue reading
Papa Satay now has a second restaurant in Allen Street, just off Courtenay Place in the CBD. Their original one is doing very well in the burbs of Johnsonville. As a Malaysian cuisine fan, I was inspired to organise a cheap and cheerful girls night out. Continue reading
A lovely ex Welly friend living in Auckland advised me to try this place. However of course you know me, my foodie hit list is as long as my arm so it wasn’t at the top of it. Yet we did end up here due to being rejected by five other restaurants on a Saturday night- ugh. Not for bad behaviour but they were all full or couldn’t accommodate us until 830pm. Ahem. We are Nanas and healthy so we eat early. Initially we were also turned away here so Burger Burger was looking promising. But girlfriend suggested to the snooty maitre’d that how about us sitting at the bar. I’m not sure why he didn’t offer this to start with but geez it was just perfect. Continue reading
My dear Auckland friend Juliet, recommended Paris Butter as a great place to visit with my Welly girlfriends. I was so excited to read a great review in the Saturday Auckland Herald. So I knew we were hipsters and on to it!
Located in Herne Bay, this was the former Vinnie’s ; an Auckland institution that I unfortunately never got to visit. Au revoir Vinnie’s, Bonjour Paris Kitchen. I text hubby’s boss who’s a Herne Bay local to say Hi and he was overseas and thought I was in Paris. Well I kinda was, but Auckland Paris.
The decor is DDG ( drop-dead gorgeous) with the most beautiful Laurent Perrier champagne bucket sitting on the counter with stunning glasses, to the mirrors, flowers, stunning lamps and chandeliers, mirrors, greenery, cushions, and duck-egg booth seating There are various different areas to sit in which I love as it breaks up the restaurant. I love the area near the cellar down the back but was glad we sat in the main dining room. It was sunny but a little fresh so we chose to eat indoors, yet some punters braved it outside, with a nana blanket provided if need-be.
As it was Mother’s Day, they treated us to a glass of bubbles which was a lovely start to our experience. We loved the sound of the lovely juices on offer but instead opted for coffees. Yah they could satisfy my dairy-free request of an almond milk mocha. The other gals had a lovely flat white and long black. The coffees are small though, unlike Wellington and they asked us did we want single or double strength? Um all Wellingtonians are accustomed to double shots without question!
As for the brunch menu, I was so tempted to do the steak and pommies-frites but thought 9am was a little early so I settled on some boudin-noir ( black pudding) with fried eggs and onion salad. The onion salad didn’t spin my wheels so I asked to substitute it for some frisée green salad. Our lovely waitress explained it was actually an onion jam but was more than happy to add some greens. Each mouthful was so delicious as was the presentation. The other two ladies were happy with their salmon and scrambled eggs and the French Farmer’s assiette was chokka with tomato, boiled egg, salad, pork mousse and terrine. Other items that featured were the basic baguette with pastries and jam/Nutella or a granola chia pudding, or a more the more substantial goat’s cheese tartine, truffled fromage omelette, Croque Monsieur or duck cassoulet. Of course they place a wee basket of crunchy, fresh baguette on your table that is irrestible and needed to mop your sauce up on your plate.
Service was excellent until we put through a second order of coffees. The wait started to impinge on our shopping time. They finally arrived just before we were about to ask if the order had got misplaced. Phew.
Apart from the brunch menu, they do offer lunch and dinner menus and they take reservations. Loved it here and would return in a heart beat. Merci Paris Buerre! A bientot avec mon Mari!
I’ve suddenly gravitated back to Indian cuisine. I used to make Indian curries from scratch years ago, but one day hubby decided he didn’t like Indian, so strangely I stopped eating it too. However halleluyah, he’s seen the light, after trying a curry in Fiji, and now is ok with it again. Roll on a trip to India to do a comparison. Anyway I digress. Curry Heaven has just opened up in Bond Street and it’s already a gold mine. Continue reading