October 11, 2010 § Leave a comment
My friend Victoria and I have this thing that we do that none of our other friends do. We hyperventilate over food. We also rather love being wined and dined at restaurants that cost more than a day’s paycheck. And so we do just that.
Our first ‘date’ night, as we currently call them, was at Auckland’s most necessary restaurant, The French Café. I may be a bit biased as I do believe that anything with the word French in it is also worthy of hyperventilation. But on this evening we seemed to create quite a bit of entertainment for our waiter, always a hope of mine. When our entrée came out (our second meal of six!) Victoria raised her hands to her face whilst taking deep breaths of air. I had to explain in a low voice that we’re constantly just a little bit excited about food.
I had the best Riesling I had ever encountered on this particular night, Manu, the second best duck I had ever eaten (the first best was consumed during my first dinner at The French Café) and never had I experienced such well-timed-meal-arrivals.
If you happen to have saved up a reasonable sum of money that you are willing to spend on a memorable food experience, then please do go to The French Cafe.