My sweetie took me out on Friday night. We caught a taxi into town and ate at ezard's - a fash place in Flinders Lane. I had four oyster shooters (freshly shucked and in a mirin-y, Japanese-y cold liquid (non-alcoholic) followed by barramundi then a gorge petite cheesecake.
We drank wine from Bourdeau and I felt very spoilt and pampered. (He's good at that!).
Two mistakes - I accidentally put out the romantic candle with a slop of bok-choy as I tried to transfer some from the serving bowl to my plate. The waiter was discretion itself as he quietly replaced the candle. The faux fur jacket I wore (very fetching and pink) shed all over my sweetie's black jacket (and pants, and...). Never mind, I felt glamorous and happy.
Oh and another thing. The waiter was amazed we (me) insisted on ordering sebago potatoes (glorified wedges) along with the afore-mentioned bok-choy and said they wouldn't be appropriate with our two main dishes. We didn't care, and loved them all the same.
Bye for now