Glebe Point Diner
When you spill red wine all over the table, onto your friends dry-clean only outfit and into her beautiful bag, you can only hope that your waiter will be as kind, witty and forgiving as the one we were lucky enough to get last Saturday at Glebe Point Diner.
We’d arrived in time to witness the change over between seatings. As a few lingering 6:15-ers sipped their coffees at a painstakingly slow pace, the natives with us at the door were getting restless. Staff whizzed about replacing tablecloths and placing new cutlery down with admirable speed, but an indignant lady next to me was still positively twitching; at one point announcing ‘I’m just going to seat myself!‘
Rewarded (I like to think) for our smiling, patient serenity, my companion and I were led to our table first and to celebrate we ordered a carafe of Centennial Pinot Noir. It’s the first time I’d ever had a Pinot Noir from Bowral and it was a very smooth, easy drop. And all to easy to spill, obviously.
Whilst waiting we’d already decided on our mains - the menu is fairly small and thus easy to memorise. I heartily enjoyed my braised pea and ricotta tortellini, so much so that the child-friendly portion size pained me. I know that it seems to be a trend in Sydney that the more you pay for your pasta the less you get (I laughed hysterically a few months ago in Rockpool when they presented me with what seemed to be a matchbox-sized lasagne and had to take my ventolin), but I grew up in a household that ate veritable mountains of my mother’s spaghetti. Only around 5 small tortellini, delicious tortellini at that, just felt a bit cruel. Plate polished, I was still ravenous.
Happily for my friend, her baked whole snapper was much more generously served. Satisfyingly accompanied by cos, broad beans and tarragon, she was thus unperturbed when hungry lil’ me polished off the crunchy, slightly bitter leafy salad she’d ordered as a side.
The crowning glory of the night was most definitely the dessert - a Baked Alaska filled with a truly delectable gingerbread ice cream (subtle, not too overwhelmingly spicy) and a hidden pool of raspberry jam right in the middle. It was sprinkled with a few crunchy things I perhaps inaccurately remember as pistachios. I was so hungry when it came I demolished it in around 60 seconds, so it’s a bit of a blur.
We'd started out at Timbah for a few wines. Literally a stone’s throw away, it’s the ideal venue to get the evening headed in a mellow direction and work up an appetite over a few chardonnays. Or if you’re me, to bang your head on a wall so hard that the large party next to you panics and you have to reassure them, fighting back tears and smiling bravely, that you’re quite alright. Next time I’d order one of their amazing looking cheese platters.
Glebe Point Diner, 407 Glebe Point Road, www.glebepointdiner.com.au
Timbah, 375 Glebe Point Road
By Lucy McNabb