I have an excellent restaurant to recommend in Adelaide. In fact, I think you would be impressed with this place too!
We didn’t have much time to explore Adelaide in between all the wedding events, but with the little time we had, we prioritised it with food. (Don’t you love it when friends unanimously agree on things like that?)
Set in the heart of the city in an upstairs loft-style space, Press Food and Wine is a modern bistro that is flooded with natural light and oozing with charm. Here, they are passionate about serving food from paddock to plate and doing all of the curing, pickling, baking, brining, smoking in-house.
Arbus wasn’t feeling very well, but after the kind wait staff offered him a glass of warm water with lemon, he pepped up again and was ready to join us for the tasting menu. A decision which he would not regret …
… Because the tasting menu was to die for!
Starting with salmon carpaccio.
A delicate beef tartare.
My only complaint is that they didn’t have a written menu or blackboard of what dishes were in store for us. We knew there were four courses involved, but we were slightly worried that these two dishes were two of the four courses.
Luckily, we needn’t have worried because the food just kept pouring out the kitchen.
Green bean, radish and quinoa salad.
Tender beef slices.
Calamari with spicy Mexican mayonnaise.
Pulled pork sliders.
And there was still plenty more to come. We took a breather to make sure we could fit it all in. Maybe that’s why they called it Press – because you gotta learn to press on!
Next came the real main courses.
Including the most beautiful buttery melt-in-your-mouth mash that you might ever try.
And last, but certainly not least, dessert.
Chocolate torte with vanilla bean ice-cream.
But what really stole the show was the bombe Alaska.
Wow wow wow!
Warm and gooey on the outside. Icy and tangy on the inside. A real sensation for our tastebuds.
We left Press with our bellies full of goodness. Goodness in the decadent sense, not the healthy low-calorie kind of sense!
Not that I felt guilty in the slightest. I mean, it was Christmas time after all.
Goodnight Adelaide – you’ve been swell!