step into another level, it’s hard not to wax lyrical about this place. the space is cavernous, deceptively so. it has amazing floral and sparkle light displays hanging from the high dark ceilings. thetablelayout, good stemware,tablelighting, they all work. it’s almost theatrical.
we’re in the early sitting. the immediate and profound relief from the surrounding humidity is complete - the windows are fogged, such is the welcoming force of the turbo aircon.
we start with a bottle of montrachet from an extremely extensive wine list (which spans over 60 pages). so delicate. white nectarines, star jasmine, virtually no oak, no butter - the balance of acid and length is exquisite - a glorious foil for what is to follow.
the gnocchi with mushrooms is pleasant. i can’t say it’s outstanding, and is the reason for only a 4.5/5. the gnocchi are non-descript, apologetic. they are overwhelmed by the mushrooms and mushroom oil. there’s also not many of them.
the barramundi main was however another level. perhaps the nicest fish i’ve had, with scallop filled zucchini flower atop. the fish was crisp, yet oh so moist and tender. i don’t want it to end. the sauce has some distant remnant of coconut, but so subtle as to be indistinct.
the sides of broccolini with hazelnuts, and the caprese salad were tops - the buffalo mozzarella was straight from anacapri.
wife’s swordfish special was firm, slightly smoky/charred, and delicious. the kids steak and chips was spot/on. they ate the lot.
the chocolate panacotta with persian floss was glorious - not too sweet. the frangelico affogato brought it home - the shortbread biscuit levitating on the ball of ice cream veritably yearned for the liqueur. delish.
service was faultless - impeccably dressed waitstaff were everywhere.
apart from the gnocchi, the only mark was the butter pyramid accompanying the bread - strange texture, too cold, insufficient salt, too hard.
this place sets the standard for noosa, indeed all of qld. really well done.