at the corner opposite the
once-sleazy redfern park, a red and golden glow oozes onto the dark footpath, luring
those in search of a feed. inside eathouse diner the technicoloured funky decor
and equally funky, bustling wait staff suggest that this not your average
truck-stop diner.
looking over the menu i feel like
joel madden from the voice - forced into painstaking decisions between options
which i know will perform incredibly in the future. we're a table of 7 tonight,
and so are privy to the share style menu; two entrees and three mains served in
quantities large enough to share and fill all of us.
our meal commences with a round
of chilli oyster shots. you can get them straight up or spiked with tequila.
tonight we are not feeling as outrageous as the posters coating the diner’s
walls around us and opt for the virgin version. the rim of the shot glass is
coated in salt. Inside, the oysterlanguishes in a juicy tomato salsa. the shots
are still incredible and we wonder if the experience would have been tainted if
we had braved the douse of tequila. another round, anyone??
we fall, predictably, for the
duck liver pate for entree. its served with rustic chunks of brown bread and a
sweet and tasty onion relish. we also order a salad of gorgeous sultry lumps of
buffalo mozzarella, fresh figs and lettuce. both entrees are satisfying,
but the best is yet to come.
the mexican-style beans are
authentic and elevated with chunks of avocado and pickled cucumber stirred
through. its perfectly coupled with a wedgeof home baked corn bread. next we
get slow cooked lamb, with lentils and mint served on a bed of babaghanoush.
the lamb is exceptionally tender and tastes so damn good. and lastly the fried spatchcock.
crispy, seasoned skin coats the juicy poultry meat inside. its served with
sweet creamed corn and crunchy coleslaw. one can’t help but think of this
dish’s kentucky fried counterpart and smile guiltily. i could have eaten the
whole bowl myself.
desserts were all winners. the eathouse pav, banana split, sweet potato, chocolate and pecan dart. all satisfying and festive ends to fun filled evening. the party even invaded the bathroom - watch out for the fish fillets.
the worst thing about eathouse diner is that it's not open for lunch.