we were in a celebratory mood. i received my first paycheck ever in new zealand, and we were rollin' in the dough.
well, not really, but one can dream, right? 45% of my paycheck went straight back into the pockets of the government, but i digress.
mr. kiwi and i had some drinks after work and got hungry. i've been thinking about steak for a while so he suggested the boulcott street bistro.
it's a cute, two-story converted victorian home. the bar is spacious for a friday night with a very knowledgable bartender and average selection of wine. we got in around 7:00pm, and waited about an hour before being seated.
the menu is meat-centric, with classic french-nz fare. i ordered the plat du jour, which was a grilled aged sirloin on top of more tasty meat, some dauphinoised potatoes and soft herbed butter. the thought of meat served on top of more meat made my heart skip a beat.
i was starving so we shared the gremolata crumbed calamari entree and mr. kiwi ordered the ox cheeks for the main.
the calamari was a disappointment. although the crumb was very flavorful with a gorgeous tartar sauce on the side, the calamari itself was completely overcooked. i felt like i was chewing on a car tire. mr. kiwi wanted to send it back to the kitchen, but i was hungry so i told him not to bother.
however, the night was redeemed when my main arrived and i made my first slice into the meat. if you happen to go and they're serving this dish, you must order it. the sirloin was grilled to medium-rare perfection. the potatoes were heavenly, with a crunchy crusty bite melding into a creamy melt-in-your-mouth interior. the braised meat under my sirloin added a smoky, hearty texture.
mr. kiwi was equally infatuated with his meal and we took our time enjoying our dinner.
the service was good, and we ended up having a great time overall.
a bottle of wine, one entree, two mains and a glass of whiskey set us back about $170-ish. it was well worth it, and i highly recommend this restaurant.