There isn’t a worst feeling than being cheated… and I would least expect it from a place as renowned as Kingsley Steakhouse. It started off well, as with all relationships. Kingsley appeared popular and I was intrigued. It’s menu boasted lavish prices… so I set my expectations right up high.
And then starters arrived…
Starter for two… flash fried salt & pepper calamari with lemon and olive oil; spiced duck ravioli with caramelised hazelnuts and champagne sauce; seared sea scallops with mustard fruits, snow pea leaves and lemon nage
…followed by mains, where the serving sizes and lack of oomph broke my heart.
Petit surf and turf
Prime wagyu sausages on mash with summer passionfruit chutney and madeira sauce
Risotto of Morton Bay bugs with shaved fennel, lemon oil and pecorino cheese
There’s always a bitter sweet ending. The brulee looked delectable. The glazed shell looked as though it had been burnt the right way… through my mind, I fantasized about the nutty walnut flavours which would be entangled within the luscious cream… How wrong I was. The brulee was average. The caramelised sugar was borderlining soft. It had clearly been standing out alone for too long…
Nocello creme brulee with chocolate ice cream
Soft centred warm chocolate cake with vanilla bean ice cream