Snacking all over the world: Queenstown, New Zealand
A lot of people go to Queenstown for skiing. A lot go for bungee jumping. A lot go to hike up mountains. Some go to ride in the ultimate hybrid of shark and machine.
I went to spend Christmas with my family, eat food and drink. And that I most certainly did.
Queenstown is a total babe, and it’s packed with awesome things to do. With that combination they really don’t need much of a foodie scene. But boy, do they have one anyway!
Unsurprisingly, snacking habits of our Antipodean brethren differ little from our own. Notably, however, they had some pretty delicious local kettle chips (holy shit, I love kettle chips), and about eleventy billion flavours of Whittakers chocolate. Of which I ate NONE because I was always so damn full!
I was really curious to try the local snack, a cheese roll. No doubt like me, you find the name of it a little confounding. What do they mean? A roll with cheese in it? Cheese on top? A cheese scroll?
Jonesys in Arrowtown claimed to make award-winning cheese rolls, so I thought where better to find out? It turns out it’s cheese and some other stuff (onion soup mix and evaporated milk, apparently) put onto a piece of bread, rolled up and then toasted.
If it sounds a bit weird, it really is. But it’s also kind of good. I can definitely see how it’s a school snack of epic proportions in the south island, but I didn’t feel compelled to go back for more. Ever. Maybe if I was drunk.
Oh! And I had L&P! It mostly tastes like lemonade, but there’s some kind of shadow of Dr Pepper or something in there as well. It’s definitely unique and pleasant, but not something I’d make a special effort to seek out here.
Steakhouses are huge in Queenstown, and they tend towards the plush, masculine style of Rockpool, rather than the vomitous, nasty style of Outback Jacks. Thank Christ. Their popularity is no doubt because gorgeous local meat is in strong supply. The quality and abundance of fresh, local produce was reminiscent of dining in Margaret River.
We visited Jervois Steak House (amazing venison and fried mac & cheese) and Flame Bar and Grill (possibly the best ribs I have ever tasted), and both were excellent.
Like Margaret River, Queenstown is in close proximity to a wealth of wineries as well. Specialising in Pinot Noir. Hell yeah. We didn’t get the chance to visit many wineries, but we sampled plenty of the local product, our favourite being from Felton Road.
We visited a few Queenstown institutions, among them the infamous Fergburger and Fergbaker. They really, really were worth the hype, and the sometimes 20 minute wait for a burger. Get anything meat based from Fergburger (this is the pork belly burger holy shit), and make sure and get a pork belly pie from Fergbaker.
The other famous name around Queenstown is an upstairs pizza joint called Winnie’s. Sure, it is in part famous for its retractable roof, but it deserves just as much attention for its awesome pizza.
The bar scene in Queenstown is HUGE. Queenstown is a really small town, but they have packed bars in with a shoehorn. Among our favourites were Surreal for relaxed bar vibes, Eichardt's for the most mind-blowingly awesome cocktails, The Find for cool décor and the best DJ we encountered while there and Cowboy for ridiculous drunken fun with a taxidermy bear and 1L steins.
I highly recommend Queenstown, even if you're not into adventure tourism, especially if you love your food. It's a pretty charming little town with plenty to see and do. And eat.