I was counselled today at lunch by The Burp about not blogging. But why must I blog?! I'm on holidays for a whole week. I am gargling with bliss.
But The Burp was firm. So here I am.
Bonjour!
We were lunching at The Mint Leaf - which is once again nominated for eviction from My Restaurant Rules.
("What are you doing?" Grumpy just yelled from the lounge room. "I'm blogging." "Bloody blogs!" I include this just to give you a sense of immediacy. Also, I am blogging on our beautiful iBook but I haven't yet downloaded Mozilla or whatever it is, after struggling for two years with Safari, so I can't format or create links. Or I can't be bothered.)
Anyway...The Mint Leaf. The critics have got stuck into The Mint Leaf for:
(1) Having boring decor.
(2) Having poor service.
They haven't slammed the food. Nor have they been effusive with praise. It's food "like grandma would make".
Well. This is what The Burp and I thought:
(1) The decor is modern and possibly a little bland. I'd err on the side of calling it plain. But it's pleasant enough and not something I'd slam a restaurant for. Honestly, I don't really care what a placce looks like. Just get me a menu and serve me my food pronto. Accordingly...
(2) Our service in the restaurant was friendly and we didn't have to wait for anything or ask twice. When we arrived the place was full. Andre said he might have a table for us at about 1.15. He took our number. We got a call at 1.30. No complaints there.
(3) The food was good. The Burp had swordfish, which I would have found a bit peppery, but was otherwise tres tasty. I had some free-range Mt Barker chicken breast wrapped in prosciutto and it was scrumptious. I can't really talk about food much more than that. It was good. If you're in Freo, go there.
SAVE THE MINT LEAF!
DOWN WITH NATHAN AND GEORGIA!
BUT IT'S OKAY IF BRISBANE STAYS IN THE RACE BECAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY GOOD!
Now I must go. A few minutes ago Grumpy was yelling from the bedroom because he had, YET AGAIN, tripped over a pair of my shoes. But now in a more contrite voice he's calling out that he can't find his gout tablets. This is code for: all is forgiven viz. the shoes. Please find my gout tablets.
(Also, Safari doesn't have spell check. So, you know, spelling mistakes.)
4 comments:
we agree with Burp. Our link to the outside world can't just be "on holiday". Lift your game!!!
Yeah! Ditto!
Have you noticed on Restaurant Rules how many waitresses show their midriff..esp Sydney's Pink. The only navels I want to see when I'm eating is an orange!
This True Blue creature is SUCH the wit. But I do agree with you, TB. As does The Burp (whose initials are also TB - curious). Flesh is for the food platters only.
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