No ducks were harmed in the making of our dinner tonight, despite the fact that we ate “Crispy Duck Salad”, and “Spicy Fried Rice with Duck”.
We went to the Green Palace in Newtown, which is bloody superb. After a day of hayfever, I probably could have done with less chilli, but it was our own fault (mine mainly) for choosing dishes with more than a modicum of chilli. It’s refreshing to find a Sydney restaurant that actually uses a decent amount of fresh chilli, but we were caught out a little by it.
A selection of tasty fried morsels to start (the mushroom toast wonderful), and a “cleanskin” Pikes Polish Hill Riesling from Vintage Cellars (it’s a very good year for cleanskins, a $20 wine for under $10), a lovely Tom Kha, and the two mains, all for just over $40. And the staff were very smiley (I needed that to counteract today, and the interminable trance chanting “music”).
Buddhism is all well and good, and I am totally and utterly for any religion that advocates peace and non violence to all (humans and non- humans), but please keep the fucking chanting to yourself, and give me back my gin.
But if you feed me good, fresh, clean and intense flavoured food, I can take a bit of chanting with my crispy chilli not duck.
We’ll be going back.
Disco Knitter 