|Lurleen's at Sirromet|
Eating there so soon after our meal at Stokehouse led, I think, to unfortunate comparisons. We probably would all have enjoyed our meal more had we not had such a high benchmark fresh in our minds. It was all quite good, but not quite good enough.
The menu looked good but was probably a bit long to be assured of quality across the board. And despite the high number of staff on the floor, it took a long time before we got drinks. There is a suggested glass of wine for each dish, and my mother and I both went with those, but Bill selected his own wines, which seems to have confused them a bit.
1889 Enoteca. These were more of a spinachy cannonball.
Even though a couple of the tables nearest us had emptied, the noise levels were still so high that we weren't inclined to linger over coffee or anything, and I certainly didn't have any room for dessert. Bettina and Bill both said they thought that Lurleen's had deteriorated since their previous visits, and I certainly wouldn't rush back when there are so many other restaurants in more convenient places doing it better.
But we did get to see wallabies grazing in the vineyard.
|The circle marks a wallaby. I promise.|