Skip to main content

The Italian, Felicity Ward at the Atheneum

Birthday celebration no. 2 came in the form of a "surprise" evening organised by one of my dear friends. She picked me up from home and we trammed it into le city, alighting at the promising Paris end of Collins Street, and landing at the foot of the infamous 101 Collins building. (I'm not sure if this building is infamous due to some titillating history, its art, architecture and design, or merely because the nearest tram stop is named after its address. In trying to find this out, it turns out the building has its very own website and Wikipedia entry, neither of which sheds much light on the matter.)

Walk through the spacious, immaculate foyer, past a gazillion banks of elevators, and you will find, neatly tucked in one corner, The Italian. No, this is (sadly) not a tall, dark, handsome man with an alluring accent, wandering eyes and curly hair, but its restaurant equivalent - though maybe without the wandering eyes.

The Italian is generally regarded as a prestigious, elegant venue for high-flying business lunches and secluded dinners of the elite. Indeed, once seated, we realised we were dining in the company (well - surrounds) of a certain former Australian Foreign Minister and member of the Liberal party. I accidentally took a photo of him, but thought it might be unwise to post it. Y'know. Privacy and that.



We were seated at one end of a rather masculine, long, red leather booth. I liked the strong colour countered by traditional white tablecloths, and I know they're going for a classy look, but I found the rest of the decor a little bland. On a mezzanine level upstairs, there were more tables and a large wine storage area which you pass on your way to the amenities.

We started with a prosecco and entree of an oyster each, served natural, and croquettes.

Oysters, natural with lemon and vinegar & onion dressing
 
Even the water looked classy

Croquettes


Mains were pumpkin ravioli, served with sage, and salmon on a bed of spinach, potato and radish.  Both were beautifully cooked and presented.





With the meal, I drank wine, and my friend - rather fittingly for the surroundings, I thought - asked for a Noilly Prat (dry vermouth) with dry ginger ale.



The staff who served us were lovely: polite, full of smiles, and discreet or available as needed. One recommended the chocolate fondant for dessert, and we were not disappointed. It was melt-in-your-mouth stuff. (More like goop-on-your-spoon, actually.)

BEFORE

AFTER.  Oh, yeaaaahhhhhhhhh.


We were even treated to a selection of petit fours, which we had absolutely no stomach room left for, but they looked lovely:

OK - I lie.  I did eat the toasted coconut marshmallow one.  How could I not?!


Luckily, I had worn a pretty long dress - I fear my usual crappy attire would not have cut it at The Italian. It was a delicious meal, and the kind of luxurious affair you only enjoy once in a while (that is, if you're born into fortunate circumstances, and not homeless or suffering poverty in Africa or something).

The remainder of the evening was also happily spent, at Felicity Ward's Melbourne International Comedy Festival show, "The Hedgehog Dilemma", held down the road from The Italian at The Atheneum. It was laugh-out-loud funny (as you would hope) and oddly touching - perhaps because it was the last time Ward would be performing this particular show within Australia, but probably because its content traversed her recent life history, from a shattering break-up to self-realisation, and the development of her comedy career. Its honesty was what appealed most to me, and I went home full of belly and of heart.

Thanks B, for the bee-oodiful birthday evening. xo



The Italian on Urbanspoon

Popular posts from this blog

Spice Temple

Spice Temple  Neil Perry's Fine Dining Chinese Restaurant at Crown, Southbank, Melbourne
It's considered an institution in Melbourne, and with a chef to its name like Neil Perry, a location like Southbank, and an existence of six years in the Melbourne restaurant scene (when staying power is notoriously elusive), it's no wonder. Spice Temple's name is a pretty accurate description of the restaurant: food heavy in spices and spiciness; a dim space with a sort of hushed reverence.



The quiet tone of Spice Temple (Shop 7, Crown Complex, 8 Whiteman Street, Southbank) could well be due to its design. With lots of dark wood and more traditional red and gold carpet, one might be forgiven for thinking it's a little dated. What keeps it current is the symmetrical and perpendicular fittings, creating neat squared-off eating nooks, and the dark, felt-like soundproofing material spaced out overhead, muffling any white noise.



Walking into the restaurant's reception area, yo…

Mr. Miyagi

It's the place that was made infamous by the 'chopsticks incident' last December, where a young Richmond Tigers AFL player drunkenly threatened to attack a woman dining nearby with his chopsticks. But of course, Mr. Miyagi had already developed a cult following well before that.



Opening in October 2013 on the ever-so-hip Windsor portion of Chapel Street, and tickling nostalgic fancies with its reference to 1984 classic The Karate Kid, the restaurant has enjoyed a steady stream of customers since. I remember stopping by with a friend one Thursday night mid last year to enquire about a table, and we were told it would be a two-hour wait. Well! Either this place is really good, I thought, or really good at hype.



I made a calculated plan with friends to score a table there on a Friday night recently. I rocked up nice and early, 6:45pm-ish, and put my name down for a table. They advised the wait would be approximately an hour, probably less, noted down my mobile number and enco…

Saint Crispin

When Smith Street had just become a local area for me, I used to walk past Cavallero and think about how I 'must try that place soon'. But as everyone knows, Smith Street (and surrounds) is not short of venues, and I must have been busy checking out all the others first, because before I knew it, Cavallero had closed and I had missed my chance. Apparently it had been struggling. Who then, would dare to take on the site, and what would they make of it? Smith Street is a prime location, but it's also full of competition. This would have to be good.



Enter Scott Pickett (Estelle Bistro) and Joe Grbac (The Press Club). Two chefs who used to work together at London's fancy-pants The Square (which boasts not one, but two Michelin stars), they joined forces to open a brand new venue as both business partners and co-head chefs. The result: Saint Crispin (300 Smith Street, Collingwood).

Named for the patron saint of shoemakers, Saint Crispin acknowledges its site's origins a…