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Eldridge Estate wine dinner

Back in the early 2000s while wandering around Victoria on one of my wine adventures, I visited Eldridge Estate near Red Hill on the Mornington Peninsula. At the time the cellar door was very rustic (a trestle table set up in the shed), but the setting amongst the vineyards was beautiful and the owners David and Wendy Lloyd a mischievous pair. Plus the wines are seriously good – at the time they were not widely known, but in the past year or two they have begun to receive top-level recognition.

I bought some wine and stayed in touch via their newsletter, and was tempted one year when they had an open call for volunteers to help them pick the harvest. In return for a few hours labour we would get a great feed with their fine wines to drink, discounts off future wine purchases and a good time for all. Although it was extravagant to do this from Sydney (all their other pickers are from Melbourne and surrounds, only an hour or two away), I made it an excuse to have a long weekend on the Mornington Peninsula. It was such a good thing to do that I went back several times in future years!

I lost contact for a few years, but that changed last month when I received an email from David announcing they were about to hold their first winery dinner in Sydney. The date suited and I found a willing companion in James, so off we went last Tuesday to Aqua at North Sydney pool for a wine and food indulgence. The venue is superb, with spectacular views of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House from the north – better than the view from the city. A special menu was devised to showcase Eldridge’s wines at their best, and with one exception the food certainly was very good. I took some scrawly notes during the dinner, but to avoid embarrassment I will limit myself to a generalised description of the food and wines:

on arrival: sugarcane prawns with chilli and lime syrup, salt and pepper chicken ribs with cucumber pickle, Eldridge Estate 2007 Sparkling pinot chardonnay

amuse: soft egg custard with oscietra caviar. This particular caviar is seriously expensive, but god it is good. Delicate fishiness matched well with the so-creamy egg custard

Moreton Bay Bug risotto with taleggio fontina and tarragon. Served with Eldridge Estate Chardonnays 2007 and 2003, plus a white Burgundy (French chardonnay) of a similar price point. The risotto delicious and creamy, the wines an education. The Burgundy was slightly sharp with good fruit depth, but not a match for the 07 Eldridge which had more fruit depth and lightness. The 03 was better again, great richness and developed flavours. Well-rounded with fine mouthfeel too.

Tarte tatin of braised eschallot with goats cheese mousse and balsamic roasted baby beetroot. Served with Eldridge Estate Gamay 2008 and 2004, plus a Cru Beaujolais (a Fleurie, a gamay from France). The food was as good as it sounds but for me this bracket was all about the wine. Gamay is barely grown outside of Beaujolais in France; in fact David said on the night that only 20 tonnes of it are picked in Australia, most of it by just three or four producers. This has always been one of my favourites of Eldridge and it was great to see a young and older version alongside a comparable French counterpart. I found the Beaujolais quite simple with sweet confected berry flavours (like “Redskins”, as old wine tutor Sharon Wild used to say), the young 2008 Eldridge head and shoulders above it. The 04 was richer but not in an overt way, the development more subtle than we saw in the chardonnays. There is little wonder why this wine features on several top-end restaurant wine lists around Australia, and why their small production of gamay sells out by January each year.

From here on it gets a little blurry – the pours were frequent and generous on the night!

Crown of NZ white rabbit on brussel sprout leaves and pancetta, tortellini of braised leg. Served with Eldridge Estate pinot noir 2007 and 2004. This dish presented extremely well, but I found it overcooked and therefore dry and chewy. A shame.

Baked Barossa Valley cow’s milk cheese with toasted sourdough and asparagus, served with Euroa Creeks shiraz 2006 and 2002. I am going to start baking cheese on a regular basis, this gooey spread was so more-ish. Euroa Creeks shiraz, the only wine not grown on their estate, was very fine as always.

Lime and lychee sorbet – a mercifully light dessert.

The people we met during the night we interesting and chatty, rounding out another fine evening. The only downside? Having to return to Cronulla after midnight – again…

Eldridge Estate Wines

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A place called home

Last night I slept in my own apartment for the first time. It felt great. Already life here is working out better than I could have dreamed:

– the move went smoothly, though it was a very long day on Sunday (8am-1am)
– my furniture fits in perfectly, making the place more spacious than I expected
– all the neighbours are very friendly, and I already know half their names. We went nine months in Searl Road and I only met one neighbour – once – when I had an issue with the fusebox
– having a train station on your doorstep really is a godsend when you live so far from civilisation
– it is very quiet at night: almost no road noise and the trains just whisper past
– internally there is little noise either, the walls are nice and solid
– the village around the corner has everything you might need
– the shower is hot and strong

All up it’s close to perfect for me. If only I was hanging around a bit longer to enjoy it before going travelling!

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Dinner with Fred

That’s Prince Frederik André Hendrik Christian, Crown Prince of Denmark. We had dinner together last night – well me, James and 450 of his other ‘close friends’…
On the balcony at Doltone House
The occasion was the Masters Games Gala Ball, the black-tie centrepiece social event of the Masters Games. These Games are not getting much coverage in the media (apart from ABC 702, of course!), which is remarkable because it has three times as many competitors as the Sydney Olympics. Open to anyone over 30 who wishes to compete, it’s a very social event with the goal of promoting fun and fitness at every stage of life. It’s brought thousands of visitors to Sydney – I’ve even seen them walking down the mall in Cronulla – and in its own way it’s like a miniature re-run of Sydney 2000. Quite a few scathing comments were passed about Channel 9, which is the television media partner of the Games – though you’d never know it from their lack of coverage.

Though he had no official role at all, Prince Frederik was definitely the star of the show. He has become quite a celebrity in Australia after marrying Mary Donalsdon of Tasmania, whom he met at the Slipp Inn during the Sydney Olympics. He and Mary are staple fodder for the trash mags these days: every whisper, appearance and birth is covered in painful detail, which goes a long way to explaining why he was such a popular guy last night. Plus he’s dead sexy – 95% of the attention he received last night was from swooning women…

We were seated at an adjacent table so had a clear and close view of him, and he certainly appeared relaxed and happy. One of the people at our table was a prominent Danish businessman who has met him several times, and he said that he is a lovely down-to-earth guy, very friendly, intelligent and well-loved by Danes. Mary was back in Denmark with the kids, and on this night he was accompanied by a raven-haired vixen who was very intent on dominating his attention. We called her Cougar.

But the attention he received from other guests was very pressing, too. He was mostly left alone until just after the mains, when a veritable queue of women formed seeking his photo. I overheard Rachel, a soccer player from Bunbury, later talking about it on the phone to a friend. Her side of the conversation went something like this:

“I just had my photo taken with Prince Frederik!”
“No, he wasn’t very happy about it at all.”
“I went up to him early and asked, and he said not then maybe later. So during the mains I went up again and he said it’s too soon, so I asked him when? He ummed and ahhed, and then decided to do it then. I think he wanted me to go away. But I got the photo!”

When Fred went off the to bathrooms for a slash, two of the husbands at our table were quickly despatched after him in the hope they could stand next to him and get a peek at the royal appendage. Poor bastard, he can’t even take a piss in private. He and his party left soon after the main course.

It was a great night, and we were fortunate to have nice and interesting people at our table. And the venue, Doltone House at Jones Bay Wharf, was superb. James was scoping it out for a work function he is organising soon, and was also very impressed. Very classy food and top notch wines from Phillip Shaw, top service from all staff, and an outdoor deck running the entire length with outstanding views of the Harbour Bridge. No wonder it’s popular for (expensive) weddings.

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Weekend in Melbourne

After the happy finding of MoVida and checking into my hotel, it’s been a wonderfully social weekend.

I went to East Brunswick to see Katie and Luke’s nice new digs and then we all went out for an early evening meal at a local Lebanese restaurant (I didn’t eat much).

Then to North Melbourne to see a Fringe Festival show with Kate and her friend Briar. How to be a lady is a clever one-person show of physical comedy, the herione of the story waking up incredibly hungover and then leading us through the trials of “normal” life before arriving at a personal epiphany. It contains the best puppet show involving a dildo and a toilet brush that you will ever see…

Kate and I retired to a nearby bar for a long overdue catchup, I outlined my upcoming travel plans and she talked about a possible trip to South America over Christmas, amongst other things. As she had to work the next morning we parted before midnight and I retired not long after.

Sunday morning saw Katie (no, not Kate) and I meet up again at Federation Square where we watched a very skilled street performer do his stuff, then we headed off for lunch. I was in the mood to return to MoVida but it was closed for a private function (d’oh!), so after a few false attempts we ended up having great food at a sushi-train style Japanese restaurant on Swanston St.

Katie went to work so I decided to re-visit the magnificent State Library of Victoria which she had introduced me to on a previous visit. This stately building is marvellously peaceful, and at its heart is a five-storey high reading room with a vaulted dome skylight illuminating all. Finding a seat I settled down for an hour or so’s research into my upcoming trip to South East Asia, the stillness of the room helping my focus immensely. No wonder it’s a popular venue for uni students to go for study.

Then back to the airport for some computer time, where I am currently sitting waiting for my flight. Bad weather between here and Sydney is causing some flight delays, but hopefully I won’t get home too late tonight…

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MoVida

Melbourne’s small bars get talked of endlessly, though there are plenty of cosy and rustic bars to go to in Sydney if you know where to look. What is uniquely Melbourne are cafe laneways off Flinders Lane: narrow passageways crammed with a dozen or more eateries cheek-by jowl down both sides. Centre laneway is tight and grungy with tiny tables outside pint-sized restaurants; as I passed through a jazz trio was playing down one end serenading above the buzz. Across the way Degraves Lane is a little more open, with diners huddling beneath giant umbrellas as waiters scurry back and forth. Both lanes are packed with people eating, drinking and chatting, as always on a Saturday morning.

However I decided to keep on wandering along Flinders St, with the vague goal of gazing at the menu of The Press Club restaurant. On the way I literally stumbled across MoVida, a leading edge tapas restaurant credited with establishing the small plate concept in modern Melbourne dining. Open since 2003 and rated One Hat by latest The Age Good Food Guide, I was surprised to find it open for Saturday lunch and talked myself into going in. It wasn’t a hard sell.

MoVida is sensational. I’ve long believed that entrees allow chefs far more freedom to show off their creativity than mains, and MoVida is proof of concept. The space is superb too, with the small and warmly-decored high ceiling room never feeling too cramped. The highlight for solo diners is the long and comfortable bar that runs along one half of the restaurant, and you don’t need a reservation for one of its high stools.

The menu is in two parts: tapa, individual morsels that are sold per unit; and rationes, entree-sized dishes that are designed to be shared. After a bit of consultation with my waiter I decided two tapas and two rationes would be enough, and in fact it was more than plenty. At just $45 for the food it’s brilliant value as well! From ten choices of tapa and sixteen rationes (plus a few specials of the day) I opted for:

Roasted scallop with jamon and potato foam – served on a single shell is a plump scallop on a sliver of jamon ham, doused in the potato foam. The foam dominates but that’s no bad thing, it’s amazingly potato-y yet light.

Baby leek wrapped in brik pastry served with chicken liver parfait – a triumph of skill and design. A slender shoot of leek is encased in a cylinder of crisp pastry and nestled between two shining blobs of rich fresh parfait, which is just the right side of melting. With a drizzle of honey underneath it’s a sublime match of flavour and texture, the wafers of crouton the only distraction (too hard and crispy).

Smoked spanish mackerel with pine nut gazpacho sorbet – WOW. Thin slices of delicious and unsalty mackerel drizzled with a white sauce and a scattering of toasted pine nuts… and that sorbet. If pine nut ice cream sounds like an odd idea then get yourself to MoVida and check it out: it’s superb. The highlight of the meal for me, frankly!

Braised beef cheek in Pedro Ximinez on cauliflower puree – no tricks or fancy presentation here, just meltingly good beef on a tasty puree. A large portion too.

Other menu options sounded inviting but I was stuffed by this stage. Five reasons to return: Hunter Valley quail, partially boned, crumbed and filled with jamon and Mahon cheese; roast lamb cutlet encased in a Catalan pork and paprika pate; spicy steak tartare of raw grass-fed Wagyu beef; white beans garnished with berkshire pork belly, chorizo and black puddling; Andalucian sweet sour farmed rabbit legs with almonds.

Naturally it has an excellent wine list with several good options by the glass (most in the $10-13 range). I’m sure I’ve read whispers in the food press that MoVida might establish an outpost in Sydney, which would be a very, very good thing. However for now us northerners will have to schedule a trip to Melbourne to try this fantastic kind of food.

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