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Thai food lovers on the north end of the Gold Coast have been pretty much out of luck of late. My local shopping centre churns through restaurants like they were paper cups.
A new one has opened up just recently … The Terrace … and I gave it a whirl last night.
I feared for the calamari when my first bite met a little resistance, but things improved markedly from there.
Have to say the mayonnaise was the best part.
The spring rolls were bog-standard with most of the kick coming from the sauce.
Crispy wrappings were a little thick. More Chiko than spring.
Easily the best dish of the night … creamy, spicy, plenty of the trademark potato, very tasty. also available in vegetarian, beef, fish, calamari, prawn and duck.
A little bland but otherwise solid.
So there you go. I will give it another go as there are some options on the menu that look interesting and well worth a nibble.
6.5 out of 10, but early days.
The Terrace is at Oxley Circle on Lae Drive at Runaway Bay … 07 55292666 … and there’s a 10% discount for cash.
What’s that old saying? Starve a cold, feed a fever? Well, this started as a cold, had a brief fever and is now just a phlegm factory and lung strangler, so what to do, what to do.
I didn’t get this body beautiful by holding back on the tooth, so eating it is.
Part of me wants pizza, part of me wants something juicy and comforting, like chinese or buckets of pasta. Oh, the dilemma.
Eggs benedict sounds good today.
Speaking of which, I can heartily recommend PJ O’Brien’s at Terminal 3 of Melbourne Airport. I was there early on Wednesday and had their eggs benedict and a cranberry juice. Twas most excellent. Lashings of Hollandaise, perfectly poached eggs, quality leg ham and toasted English muffins underneath. For under $10.
Things did not improve at the Novotel on Collins, ladies and gentlemen. No as-advertised couch, one chair for two adults, we had to beg for a table on which to eat our food. Has to be said the food at dinner was very very good, so that’s a point regained. But the thermostat in the room was buggered and the next morning our hot breakfasts were stone-cold. And you could bounce the poached eggs.
Things improved, gentle reader, things definitely improved.
Dinner was late, but exquisite. The venue was PM24 on Russell Street and yes, the chef was in … Philippe Mouchel himself, patrolling the pass. Fabulous.
I had gnocchi and the pictured scallops which popped in my mouth before melting on my tongue. My dinner companion had the most divine jerusalem artichoke soufflé and the cauliflower gratin was to die for. Desserts were crepes and for me, the blood orange soufflé … Bloody fantastic. Topped off by Chef signing his book for us. And then a cab pulled up almost as soon as we stepped out of the door.
Because comfort. And also yumminess.
Why can’t I eat. Not sure. Stomach bug? Ongoing fallout from two failed lapbands? Who knows. But I will put up with it for a couple more days and then I’m going to put my foot down. Or something.