Gorillas in the Bistro

I was busy enjoying a fantastic meal on Saturday night, with my gorgeous girl, at the Boulcott Street Bistro while everyone else was watching a gray TV screen.  ‘Twas our first meal out since Frankie entered the world (we were also there a couple of days before his due date).

A couple of nice pale ales for me (Hopsmacker, which was tasting particularly nice, and a Little Creatures) and a couple of marvelous minty cocktails for Fritha.  The menu was superb, and the offerings totally did it justice.
My picks:

• Jerusalem artichoke soup with wild mushroom tortellini.


• Courgette, rocket and basil risotto with mozarella stuffed aubergine.


• Pear, Honey and Lime Sponge with caramelised pear ice cream.

And Fritha's:

• Jerusalem artichoke soup with wild mushroom tortellini.


• Herb and pepper crusted salmon with creamed sweetcorn and red capsicum.


• Profilteroles, vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce.

I can’t recommend the place enough.  I’ve long thought that the Boulcott Street Bistro is the best restaurant in town and Saturday night was spot on.  Great food, drinks, service, price and the absolutely the best company.

Meanwhile, a pea soup was descending upon Christchurch.  Gorrillas in the mist.  The Hurricanes missed, and they didn’t hit the lynch mob either.  Oh well, boys, better luck next time.  I hope the after-match fog has lifted.