Spice Temple (1 hat) - 7th May 2011
For mothers day this year we (along with my siblings) decided to shout my mum to Spice Temple. She doesn't often get the opportunity to take herself to nice restaurants so we thought it would be a lovely gift.  A few people had recommended it, but the online reviews were mixed so we were cautiously optimistic about the place and willing to give Neil Perry a second shot. We booked a table for four a week in advance as one of mums friends was also joining us. The only table we could get for the Saturday night was 9.30pm, which was fine as it allowed us to do an impromptu pubcrawl from our house in Annandale to Balmain closely followed by a few rounds of singstar :-). Â
Strangely enough we were a little tipsy by the time we arrived at Spice Temple. The restaurant had a very intimate feel to it, with low lighting and red/black tones. We agreed (surprise) that we were going get the banquet with matching wines and a cocktail to start, and then Kate bee-lined for the toilet. While she was gone they decided to serve up the cocktails. This should never happen in a decent restaurant. The buggers should wait until everyone is seated. They also didn't pour any of our wines at the table or even describe them. They just brought them out pre-poured on a tray and told us what type it was. I guess this is the difference between a banquet with matched wines and a tasting menu with matched wines.... don't expect too much on the wine front.
The banquet menu we had was:
Cabbage and radish pickle
Cucumber with smashed garlic
Strange flavour white cut chicken
2009 Riesling, Jean Luc Mader, Alsace, France
Stir fried Spanner crab, whole garlic, chilli and coriander
Steamed Blue Eye fillet with black bean and salted olives
2009 Rose, Scorpo, Mornington Peninsula
Braised lamb shoulder âHakka styleâ with snow peas
Sichuan pepper corns, heaven facing chillies and fresh chilli
Stir fried wild bamboo pith, snow peas and quail eggs with
2008 Shiraz/Cabernet for Rockpool by J. Grosset, Clare Valley
2009 Gewurztraminer, Bress âThe Kindest Cutâ Macedon Ranges
The cabbage and radish pickle was forgettable, but the tingling prawns were not. The dish did not only taste terrible, but it left your whole mouth 'tingling' and partially numb. I may as well just have shook a bag or sichuan pepper corns into my mouth and chewed on them for 20 minutes. Much to my delight, the bitter taste and 'tingling' sensation lasted for the duration of our meal and gave every other dish and wine a lovely 'tingling' undertone.
The strange flavoured chicken was just that, strange. The following two dishes were actually ok, but just when some other flavours were starting to shine through the 'tingling' wall, they served up another dose of sichuan (in the form of kung pao chicken) and subdued those other potentially enjoyable tastes.
The desert was tangelo granita, or 'fruity ice' as we like to call it. Nothing to write home about, and more suited as a pallete cleanser rather than the pis de resistance at the end of a glorious banquet.
Happy mothers day mum! And strike 2 Neil Perry.....