Friday night is Party Night but it was different in this case; Diane and I railed into Perth and had a spontaneous restaurant meal in Niorthbridge
Our intention was to visit the Perth Markets on their first night of opening for the new season but it seemed not at full steam and the crowds on Murray Street were very dense and no place for a wheelie so Di suggested (strongly) that we go into Nortthbridge and eat at an old haunt of ours on upper James Street: Oliver’s Restaurant.
They have good footpath seating and given our beautiful evenings during these last days footpath eating was a delight. We started by sharing a serve of arancini which were delicious and not heavy as so many are. We split the mains: Diane ordered a serve of gnocchi and I ordered a wood-fired pizza Margarita; if the kitchen can make a good pizza this simple then they can make any others and it was a beaut! Diane’s gnocchi were soft and pillowy as they are supposed to be but seldom are. As you have guessed we shared the mains equally.
Sweets were single serves of citron tart with a scoop of ice cream and finished the meal perfectly-not too much, not too little (one serve between us)..
We shared a bottle of Australian Chardonnay; I can’t get any more precise than that.