Watching frog legs walk past on Kent St…”F”

French in Sydney

F is for French

La Guillotine French Restaurant Bistro, 518 Kent St, Sydney

Organised by KEIRA (when Adrian FAILED) on Friday night, July 2009

Original restaurant was Mrs Top in Neutral Bay. Last minute bookings they do not take. Calling me in a panic, Adrian asked me to find a French restaurant on the day of our “F” night. I said a few other words starting with F, but luckily La Guillotine had enough room for:

12 Foodies:

The Originals, Ari, Sez, Daniel, Nat, Ange + Jean [another work friend, and coincidentally a year younger than us in high school] and two of her friends, Alicia and Michelle.

Fanfare:

Moules in four different sauces, lobster crepes, snails, creme caramel. Absolutely fantastic!

Final tally:

9/10

Pros – Great menu of all things stereotypically French. CUTE setting [spiral staircase led to basement where you could see city stragglers' shoes on Kent Street walking past through the windows]. Despite Zinks’ personalised email of how the French is connected to each of our cultural heritages ["There is a French embassy in Slovakia" says the Slovakian-background Zinks], I received the kudos for organising the night!

Cons – Toilets smelled AWFUL, we had to move away from them. Plumbing problem?

After-party antics:

I had a little too much Friday cheer, and am surprised I can remember the main meals. The dessert was a blur. The red wine was lovely though! Quaff, quaff. I went home at 11.30 pm to have a much needed glass(es) of water on the couch before having a much needed nap (which lasted through to the morning).

Tournedo Rossini servi sur un lit de pomme lyonnaise. Ooh la la!

[Photos courtesy of Jean Hou.]

Eating: digesting King Island Dairy’s Honey & Cinnamon yoghurt, this is divine!

Listening: to Goldfrapp, “Ooh la la“.

Drinking: darjeeling tea