Across the road from Mere and Matt's is a restaurant converted from an old tram depot. We'd been watching people coming and going for the last month and wanted to try it. On the outside it was described as a wirtshaus which suggested a footy franks kind of place to us but it turned out to be much posher. Our arrival with a lively four-year old who was dressed as a pirate complete with eye patch and alfoil sword (but, alas, no parrot) unnnerved the staff.
"You are English", said the waiter, reluctantly placing the Riedel wine glasses down in front of us, "Please be careful".
"Oh no", we assured him, "It's worse than that, we are Australian!"
Matt ordered something from the specials menu. "That menu is not available for another 10 minutes" (We were dining at 4-year-old hours).
The meals arrived in less than 5 minutes - the presence of 5 Australians, one under the age of reason, had obviously spurred the chef on to his personal best. By this time Mads had her sketch book out and the table was strewn with pictures of pirate ships.
"Pay attention", said the waiter and muttered something about the plates being hot. (They weren't so I think he just wanted us to pay attention in a general kind of way).
The food was excellent and the wine the best I've had since I got here. Nobody spilt or broke anything but when the waiter cleared the table he dropped a knife. We smirked in delight as it clattered to the floor.
And it didn't matter about the footy franks. We'd had one at lunch time anyway.
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