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Shop 1004, Robina Town Centre
Robina Town Centre Dr
Robina QLD 4230
+61 7 5580 8159
Robina Town Centre may boast a decent collection of retail outlets but when it comes to eateries, you’re better off going elsewhere. That said, there is a Squires Loft and a couple of places where you can get dumplings so all is not lost on the foodie front. They even have a sushi train restaurant.
Now I’ve never been one to proclaim my undying love for sushi train restaurants but I have to say that Sushi Bay has its place at RTC. Not because it’s super-fantastic but because it’s cheap and quick and the food isn’t awful either – perfect for a pre-movie snack if all you want is a few bites. Marty and I weren’t going to the movies that night but we did have somewhere else we needed to be so we thought a few plates of sushi would do the trick.
- Salmon, tuna, avocado sushi ($3.50)
The salmon, tuna and avocado sushi was a safe first choice and while I can’t really say the salmon was the freshest, the sushi did the job at $3.50 a plate.
Chicken teriyaki temaki ($4.50)
Marty enjoys the chicken teriyaki temaki, which is made to order. I didn’t actually get to have a bite of it but given how quickly Marty gobbled it up, suffice to say that it would have been pretty tasty.
Tuna and salmon sushi ($3.50)
I noticed that every other plate that rolled past us essentially contained different permutations of tuna, salmon, avocado and cucumber, not least this fishy number that just so happened to have a random slice of orange in the middle. Like the first sushi dish we had, it wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t sublime either.
Crab croquette ($3.50)
I must say that I have a weakness for crab croquettes and these babies came fresh out of the fryer so they were crunchy and delicious. Sadly, I had to leave room for my stomach for whatever we were doing later that evening or else I would happily ordered another one.
While I wouldn’t recommend Sushi Bay for those flying in from out of town, it’s nevertheless an alright place if you just want a quick bite and ain’t particularly fussy about food quality. The service is super-fast so if you have only 20 or so minutes to spare before your movie starts (or if you happen to work at nearby Foxtel and are on a 30-minute lunch break), then Sushi Bay will hit the spot.
23 Park Avenue
Burleigh Heads QLD 4220
+61 7 5534 3877
Burleigh Heads has got to be my favourite area in the Gold Coast. It’s in a central location, the beach is right at your doorstep and there are more than a handful of decent restaurants to sate your appetite. The thing I have to whinge about is that it’s always packed and it can often be hard to find parking, even on weekdays – do these beach bums not work?!
Regardless, Marty and I found parking near the bowls club and off we went up Park Avenue for some breakfast at Canteen Kitchen, the then-new sister café to Canteen Coffee, a coffee kiosk that’s been giving Burleigh residents their coffee fix for quite some time now.
Cold-pressed latte ($6)
With the Gold Coast sun blaring down on us that morning, I thought a cold-pressed latte would be the perfect thing to cool me down. It was beautifully milky with only the slightest hint of sweetness. Obviously having the milk and ice there meant that it wasn’t as strong as a hot latte but it did perk me up.
West African iced chocolate ($6)
Marty had the West African iced chocolate, presumably called so because the cocoa beans come from West Africa. It was a stronger drink than my latte but we both preferred my latte – the iced chocolate was a bit too strong for my liking.
Lamb kofta burger, beetroot relish, Lebanese cucumber, minted yoghurt ($16)
Canteen Kitchen’s menu dabbles into Middle Eastern territory, thus it is no surprise that lamb koftas, broad beans and labneh make regular appearances on patrons’ tables. Marty ordered the lamb kofta burger, which was full of fresh ingredients.
Marty thought the burger was alright but not fantastic. I had to agree – the lamb could have done with a bit more spice, especially since both the minted yoghurt and beetroot relish, although fresh, had muted flavours.
Scrambled egg, za’atar flat bread, labneh, green olives, lamb kofta ($18)
My scrambled egg with lamb kofta dish was much more flavoursome. The za’atar spices gave the dish a generous dose of oomph, while the flat bread and scrambled eggs got me full even before the halfway mark. Still, I managed to finish the whole thing off – after all, I can never waste good green olives!
Our breakfast at Canteen Kitchen pretty much cements Burleigh’s reputation for being the best area for food on the Gold Coast. While I wouldn’t be recommending the lamb kofta burger to anyone, I can definitely recommend their cold-pressed coffees and the Middle Eastern-inspired menu is a fresh change from the eggs/avocado/savoury mince dishes and Merlo coffee combo that most Gold Coast cafés spruik.
T2/3240 Surfers Paradise Boulevard
Surfers Paradise QLD 4217
+61 451 150 732
After Marty and I had demolished ribs at Hurricane’s, we decided that we’d chill over some shishas. What’s a shisha post doing on a food blog, you say? Well, I had Turkish coffee there. Plus this place has Middle Eastern sweets. Granted, I did not end up buying any sweets but they’re there, okay?
Arabesque Bazaar is a newbie on the now-gaudy Surfers Paradise scene. Although Surfers is pretty much full of decrepit nightclubs and the odd bikie trying to avoid detection, there are still some places worth going to and Arabesque is one of them.
Arabesque is more than just a place to smoke shisha (water pipes) and drink Turkish coffee, it is also a retail outlet. You can buy anything from home wares to your own shisha pipe to clothes. Most people, however, go here to chill with their shishas.
Marty and I ordered a green apple shisha to share (around $20-25), along with a tea and Turkish coffee. All up, it was 30-something dollars. A dude in an ill-fitting Aladdin-like costume then got the whole thing set up for us.
Once the burning charcoal bits were set, it was on like Donkey Kong. It was my first time taking shisha so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I have to admit that I wasn’t in the right mindset to begin with – I hate cigarettes and I still had a nasty 8000-word essay to submit online the next day (and I was nowhere near close to finishing so naturally I was freaking out).
I wouldn’t say my Turkish coffee was fantastic. ‘Dirt’ was the first thing that came to mind when I took a sip. Marty also didn’t rate his tea. I guess a baklava would have gone down well that night but I just wasn’t in the mood.
Surprisingly, I enjoyed my shisha experience. I didn’t get that nasty cigarette feeling, yet I was still relaxed. It’s not something that I’d do every weekend though – I prefer my wines – but I wouldn’t say no the next time someone invites me to go to a shisha café. One word of advice: you’re best off ordering a shisha to share between several people. Marty and I tried to finish one off but we gave up just after the halfway point as we got bored.
Not that Arabesque Bazaar is boring though. It’s just a bizarre fixture in a bizarre part of Australia (in a good way, of course).
4 The Esplanade
Surfers Paradise QLD 4217
+61 7 5503 5500
I’ve been wanting to try the ribs at Sydney institution, Hurricane’s, for the longest time. Unfortunately, time constraints usually mean that I could never squeeze in a Sunday session there (too many other restaurants to visit, you see). Thus, when I heard that Hurricane’s had opened their flagship Queensland restaurant in the heart of Surfers, I got Marty to make a late dinner booking the night I was to fly into the balmy Gold Coast.
Nestled on the first level of Soul Tower, Gold Coast’s second tallest building, Hurricane’s is a spacious 300-seater restaurant overlooking the beach. It was Wednesday night in Surfers; the schoolies hadn’t quite arrived and the whole area was a construction site so there weren’t many people wandering about. Inside, however, was a different story.
The restaurant was more than half full, with mostly locals making up the numbers though there were a couple of tables full of Japanese tourists (what, Japanese people still visited Goldie?).
The fit-out screams out raw and industrial – kind of like inner-city Melbourne or Sydney. It was hard to believe you were in Surfers. The faux chandeliers made out of bare light bulbs, however, added a bit of warmth as did the homely services we received from our waitresses throughout our meal.
Black Forest: Belvedere Vodka, Crème de Cassis shaken with mixed berries, mint and lemon juice ($18)
Marty loves his cocktails and he’s a bit of a fake German so I wasn’t surprised when he ordered the Black Forest. Although Marty has a sweet tooth, even he found it really sweet – think slushie pump cocktails.
Elderton Eden Valley Cabernet Sauvignon ($10)
I stuck to a glass of Cab Sauv just because I didn’t feel like a cocktail. The cocktail list wasn’t terribly remarkable but I did muster a smile when I saw the Queensland Iced Tea with its ingredients being Cointreau, lemon, mint sugar, ginger beer and Bundaberg rum (of course).
Foreground: Half pork ribs ($34.90); Hidden in background: half pork ribs ($34.90) and half beef ribs ($31.90)
Onto the food! Marty decided to give both the beef and pork ribs a go, along with monkey gland sauce ($2.50) on the side. I just went for half a rack of pork ribs with mushroom sauce ($2.50). We were both given the option to have either chips or baked potato with our ribs and obviously, we chose chips.
We decided that both ribs were very good but not the best we’ve had. The meat on both were tender but they weren’t exactly falling off the bone. The beef ribs were on the sweet side and the pork ribs, while better, were not as good as the ones we’ve enjoyed at Mike’s Kitchen and Squires Loft. For one thing, both Mike’s Kitchen’s and Squires Loft’s ribs have more meat and sauce on them. The ribs at Hurricane’s also suffered from a lack of tanginess that I’m used to. Marty even went so far to say that the ribs had a bit of an industrialised Lonestar feel to them. I’ve never been to a Lonestar restaurant so I couldn’t make a fair comparison but in all honesty, I couldn’t see what all the fuss was about…
In saying all that, the ribs were still good. ESPECIALLY with the mushroom sauce. I can honestly say that Hurricane’s makes the best mushroom sauce out of all the steak houses we’ve been to. It is THAT good. The monkey gland sauce wasn’t too bad either – what’s monkey gland sauce? It’s a South African sauce that’s sweet and chutney-like; no monkeys were harmed in the making of this sauce (at least none that I know of). It was delish but oh my, nowhere near as good as the mushroom sauce! Part-Campbells canned mushroom soup (but in a good way, of course) and part-creamy garlic, we pretty much licked the whole tub clean.
Even though our minds weren’t blown, we still had a lovely meal. After all, great service, excellent views and super-friggin’-awesome mushroom sauce made up for the fact that the ribs weren’t excellent. On the night, I wasn’t sure if it was because I was expecting too much (thanks a lot, friends) or if the ribs are actually a lot better in Sydney. My friend later told me that she reckons the Sydney restaurants aren’t as good anymore so maybe it’s an organisation-wide thing.
In saying all that though, Hurricane’s definitely deserves a spot in the heart of Surfers Paradise because goodness knows that this area needs a bit of a foodie revamp. With a bit of Sydney style rolling in, hopefully we’ll see an overall increase in quality dining once all the construction work is complete.
Meriton Pegasus Building
Shop 2-4, 2669-2679 Gold Coast Highway
Broadbeach QLD 4218
+61 7 5570 1010
It was my birthday not too long ago and even though Marty was all like, ‘NO MORE NEW RESTAURANTS! ENOUGH!’ while crossing his arms and glaring at me, he obliged when I said that I would LOVE to go to Ten Japanese Restaurant for my birthday.
The fine-dining restaurant picked up a coveted hat at the Brisbane Times Good Food Guide awards night a few weeks beforehand which gave me another reason to go. Plus, they also featured in the last edition of the Gold Coast Entertainment book so any excuse to use it was as good as any.
Due to the never-ending road works on the Gold Coast Highway, we got lost when trying to find the restaurant. Eventually, we find ourselves at a random carpark which was, thankfully, just across the road from the Meriton Pegasus Building. What we found cool about the restaurant was its entrance; we initially thought we were supposed to enter through that door on the right just behind the menu stand but it turns out the entrance is actually the two metal slabs in the middle that opened up automatically when movement is sensed. Minds blown.
We walked into a labyrinth of wine cellars, Japanese lanterns and sporadically-located nooks where couples and parties were able to enjoy their dinner in relative privacy. As for us, we were seated at the secluded sushi bar where we got to watch the lone chef do his thing.
To kick things off, I ordered a Tokyo Sour ($18), a fun and flirty combination of sho-chu, green tea, lemon, sugar, green tea ice sphere. I loved that the bitterness of the green tea notes added a nice edge to what would have otherwise been a one-dimensional lemon-y sweet concoction.
Marty ordered a glass of Suntory Yamazaki 12-year old single malt ($18). I initially thought that Marty only ordered this because Bill Murray’s character did in Lost in Translation but even I was impressed with the ball of ice that came with the drink. The scotch was unmistakably Japanese with its light and clean flavour, yet it still managed to pack a punch.
Our amuse bouche was a sweet potato ball with miso and spring onions. I’m not a huge fan of sweet potatoes but I didn’t mind this at all (either that, or I was super hungry).
We decided to order the five course degustation menu ($110 per head). The degustation at Ten works like this: you choose a cold or hot entrée, then choose a dish from the sushi menu, one seafood dish, one meat dish and one dessert. Obviously, there are some premium dishes that you can’t order such as the mixed sushi platter and the lobster but everything else is up for grabs.
Marty’s entrée was the Aori squid tempura which was made with ‘the best Tasmanian squid’ and covered with a crispy layer of squid ink tempura batter. Marty initially thought that the squid pieces looked like ‘dried cat droppings’ but I gave props to the creative presentation, ignoring Marty who said that the bowl looked like a chamber pot. The squid pieces were lovely, they were soft and tender on the inside and the tempura remained light and crispy until the last piece was gone.
Meanwhile, I had the spanner crab meat croquettes. Yeah, I know that croquettes are sort of overdone at the moment but screw it, I love croquettes okay! These beauties were served with soy cream along with a 20 year old Portuguese tawny port sauce and Tasmanian grain mustard. I was impressed with the croquettes not just because they were super-crunchy but because they also contained a generous amount of crab meat.
Marty ordered the mixed nigiri for the sushi course, which came with glistening pieces of tuna, toro, seared ocean trout, squid, kingfish and scampi. The toro wasn’t supposed to be in the mix but I had specifically requested it as Marty had never tried the beautifully fatty meat of the tuna belly before. I told the waitress that I was happy to pay extra for it but the sushi chef told us that he wouldn’t think of charging us extra for it – ain’t he nice? On the Gold Coast, one can get over sushi really quickly because so many places offer cheap and pedestrian options. However, the sushi plate at Ten, as simple as it was, reminded us that we were at somewhere special. Every single bit was fresh and Marty especially liked the toro, which was oh-so buttery.
I had the mixed sashimi plate for the sushi course. It consisted of super-fresh pieces of squid, kingfish, tuna, ocean trout and bonito. Faultless.
It was time for the seafood course! Marty had the SA scampi served with ‘kon-nyaku (konjac) noodles.’ It was Marty’s first time eating scampi so he was pretty excited about eating it. For someone who is good at pretending he knows a thing or two about food, he had trouble eating the beast without making a mess. That said, he thoroughly enjoyed the dish particularly the broth which was awesomely flavoured by scampi heads.
I had the black cod ‘saikyo-yaki.’ The dish was very similar to Nobu’s signature black cod miso dish, having been marinated with saikyo miso for three days. Ten’s presentation of the cod was prettier though, with yuzu puree, pumpkin puree with truffle oil, beans and French radish all making appearances. While the cod was nice and buttery, I did like Nobu’s version just a little bit better.
Then came our meat dishes. Marty had the Ten-style ‘nikujaga’, teppan grilled wagyu tri-tip with crumbed mashed potato and wagyu mince. It was a delicious dish and the beef was cooked beautifully. I just thought that it was perhaps a bit ‘safe’, hence why it paled in comparison to our previous dishes which were outstanding.
I had the trio of Flinders Island lamb rack with dark tamari soy and red wine sauce. I don’t normally see lamb on the menu at a Japanese restaurant but I was glad that this dish made an appearance at Ten. The meat was beautifully juicy and tender. I would have been happy if it was the only thing that appeared on the plate, but they had other bells and whistles such as a lamb spring roll and a crumbed lamb cutlet. I didn’t mind the cutlet but thought the spring roll filling (shredded lamb) was dry.
It was time for dessert – and just as well too because we were getting way too full. Marty had the Japanese trifle, a seemingly complex construction of nashi and coconut compote, shiso pastry cream, yuzu panna cotta with nashi and coconut cream sorbet. Surprisingly, it was a light dessert that just happened to consist of complicated-sounding components. Marty say that it was refreshing and a great finish to what had been a wonderful meal.
I had what the menu called a ‘matcha dessert.’ The waitress wheeled a little cart to our table and started preparing a matcha ‘icing’ using fresh matcha powder and hot water.
She then poured the icing over mascarpone ice cream where it set like Ice Magic. Way, way cool. It was a simple dessert but I loved it all the same. I especially liked how the slightly bitter matcha icing paired beautifully with the creamy mascarpone ice cream.
We finished off with some coffees. I don’t normally drink coffee this late at night but I had been planning to have a late one. Given my current propensity to fall asleep before midnight, I really needed a latte just to stay awake. In hindsight, I probably should have went elsewhere for coffee because it was watery and tasteless. Moral of the story: never trust hatted restaurants to make good coffees.
Marty’s Japanese-style iced coffee ($7) tasted a bit better. I’m not sure what made this iced coffee ‘Japanese-style’ but it had more taste than my latte.
We were then presented with a cup of petit fours each. In each cup there was a green tea mochi, passionfruit macaron and chocolate truffle, all of which were sweet and delicious.
Ten reignited the ‘wow’ factor for Japanese food which often comes in mediocre forms such as soggy teriyaki chicken sushi rolls at local shopping centres. The service was amazing throughout the night and the food was sensational. The bathrooms at Ten were even worthy of a mention here – the toilets were those flashy modern ones that you only see in those ‘Made in Japan’-type coffee books and made me feel like I was in Tokyo. The presentation, the quiet but classy atmosphere, and being the only people sitting at the sushi bar in an intimate seating just added to the experience. It was almost like being in a scene in Lost in Translation but my boobs are nowhere near as big as Scarlett’s and Marty certainly ain’t no Bill Murray (snigger). Ten is certainly deserving of its one-hat status and I look forward to my next visit.
23 Hillcrest Parade
Miami QLD 4220
When I heard that a new night market opened up on the ‘Coast in April, I knew I had to go on my next visit. Sick of spending Saturday nights at Liars with idiot neighbours and watching Collingwood lose to lesser teams on Foxtel, Marty agreed to accompany me to Miami Marketta one Saturday.
Touted as Gold Coast’s ‘new street/laneway dining experience,’ Miami Marketta is certainly one of a kind. Opening from 4pm and going right through until 10pm, the night market is a great place to take the kids, catch up with friends and grab a bite in a busy yet friendly environment. And the best bit? most Gold Coastitutes wouldn’t have to drive too far to get there.
With around twenty-five food vendors offering street food from Spain, Italy, Thailand, the States and even Hungary, there is bound to be something for everyone. There is even a designated dessert hall for sugar lovers (i.e. not me).
Additionally, there’s a boutique local beer and wine where you can listen to whoever is the live act for the evening. While I loved the jazz music that was playing on the night we went, I wasn’t too sure whether I’ll add that pale ale from Burleigh Brewing Company to my list of favourite beers.
Our friends Dominique and Kate, who were already at the market when we arrived, didn’t last too long there. It wasn’t because they thought it sucked, but because they spent the entire afternoon visiting several wineries in the Mt Tamborine area. Needless to say, a night at home watching Disney movies and nursing fuzzy heads was more appealing than eating and more drinking with Libby and Marty.
As soon as Marty and I heard that there was a Hungarian stand, we headed right there. It was a lovely night for goulash but we came only for the lángos, or Hungarian bread. Having tried them for the first time at the Gold Coast Big Day Out two years ago, I couldn’t wait to have them again.
We ordered the cheese and garlic lángos which came with lots and lots of sour cream. The bread was beautifully crispy and golden, and chewy in the middle. It won’t get the Heart Foundation’s tick of approval, but it did get the Libby approval in terms of taste. Now, where can I get these beauties in Melbourne?
American dude food is all the rage across Australia right now and we’re both happily on board. At Miami Marketta, JR’s Smokehouse BBQ’s food truck is there serving everything from smoky ribs to brisket. It was only 6:30pm when we arrived, but the stoned chick manning the counter told us that everything on the menu was sold out except for the pulled pork burger and potato salad combo. Yes, she really was stoned.
Regardless, the pulled pork was sweet and smoky, and acted like a proper meal on its own (we did away with the buns). We thought the creamy potato salad made a great pairing too.
I was actually quite full after all that but Marty, being Marty, couldn’t walk away form the Turkish stand without buying a lamb gözleme. At $10 a pop, he did say that it was more expensive that what you can get in Sydney Road but nevertheless tasted good especially when dipped in hummus.
Bah cupcakes. If you know me, you know that I can be pretty vocal about these overrated, nasty things. To me, they’re pretty one-dimensional and way too sweet. That said, we saw quite a few people buy some chocolate bourbon cupcakes with peanut butter icing so we decided to buy a few to share with the family.
Anything with peanut butter tastes awesome by default so I knew that I wasn’t going to throw my portion away in disgust. While it was still pretty sweet, the cake itself was moist and dense and I appreciated the saltiness of the peanut butter.
My workmate Amy has been looking all over Melbourne for whoopie pies, which are little ‘cake biscuits’ with a creamy filling inside. She’s been unsuccessful so imagine my delight when I saw that a lady was selling them in the desserts hall. I bought a couple of salted caramel ones to take home to Amy, who was equally delighted.
Okay, so I couldn’t help but share one with Marty. Like the cupcakes, the cake was moist and dense while the cream cheese filling was velvety. These babies might have been deceptively small, but they were surprisingly very filling. Amy has since gone on to bake some delicious red velvet ones and because I’m a copycat, don’t be surprised if you see me flaunt some whoopie pies of my own on Instagram (psst, my handle is @libishski if you want to follow me).
We loved Miami Marketta and from the huge crowd that congregated on that mild autumn evening, so does the rest of the Gold Coast. When Kate visited Melbourne’s Queen Victoria Market the following weekend, she said that Miami Marketta seemed ‘crap’ in comparison. I disagree. Sure, Miami Marketta might be smaller and sure it’s only open for several hours on Saturday but I do like the community aspect of it and the fact that it’s so intimate. My only complaint is that it attracts TOO many people (not a bad thing for the organisers, of course) so a bigger venue is required to avoid being squashed by Burleigh Brewing Company-swigging stoners.
1009 Robina Town Centre
Robina QLD 4226
+61 7 5580 8292
A Russian businesswoman saunters into the Gold Coast and opens up a dumpling restaurant. Wait, a Russian opening a dumpling restaurant? Dumpling restaurant? On the Gold Coast? I knew I had to see it for myself.
After getting up at the ungodly hour of 1:30pm on a Saturday afternoon, Marty and I decided to check out the new dumpling restaurant at Robina Town Centre, Dumpling Republic. We had not consumed breakfast nor lunch and we were STARVING.
Alexandra Korina owns 15 restaurants in Russia and after relocating to the ‘Coast with her husband, thought it would be a great idea to open up a dumpling restaurant there. Her aim was to open something ‘we haven’t seen anywhere in this country.’ Hahaha excuse me but WHAT? Has she not been to Melbourne or Sydney before? (yes, I was still sceptical)
She brought along Singaporean chef Sim Kim Kwee (or ‘Master Sim’) who has been trained in the art of making dumplings since he was a wee lad and has worked in Asia and Russia. With Sim and his team skilfully running the open kitchen, we knew we’d most likely be in good hands (… but I was still sceptical).
My iced ginger and lemon tea ($6) and Marty’s acai berry freeze ($8) might seem like strange drink choices when we were about to embark on a dumpling carnage. But sif pay $4.50 for a non-refillable cup of tea. My tea might have erred on the dull side but Marty did enjoy his acai berry freeze.
Our first dish to arrive was the pork wontons with spicy sauce ($6.80 for four pieces). Did I say dish? Scratch that, I meant dishes. Marty loves his particular dish so much so we ordered three of them… well, it’s Dumpling Republic’s fault for only chucking four dumplings in one bowl. The sauce was nice enough, but it was missing some garlic and the kick that’s normally provided by heaps of Sichuan peppercorns.
Then came what was Dumpling Republic’s signature dish: the pork xiaolongbao (soup dumplings, $10.80 for six pieces). They weren’t bad, tasty even, but they were let down by the filling that was verging on lukewarm.
We thought the steamed wagyu beef and onion dumplings ($12.20 for six pieces) sounded
weird interesting so we ordered a serving. While I wouldn’t order them again (pork FTW), I did like how the caramelised onion pieces gave a lovely bit of sweetness to the filling.
Our steamed prawn and scallop dumplings ($12.20 for six pieces) contained a pretty impressive filling of plump, juicy prawn and scallop pieces. Lifted by bamboo shoots and a bit of sesame and ginger, they would have been mind-blowingly good if it wasn’t for the soggy skin that gave way at the slightest prod of a chopstick.
I was surprised at how good the pork and prawn siu mai were ($10.20 for six pieces). Mind you, this was 36 hours after we enjoyed some late-night yum cha staring some pork and prawn siu mai at Ming Palace and 34 hours after swearing that we wouldn’t eat there again because of upset stomachs. Unlike the ones we had at Ming Palace, these beauties were fresh, hot and had equal portions of pork and prawn.
I wasn’t too impressed with the pan-fried pork dumplings ($10.20 for six pieces). For one thing, $10.20 got you almost three times as many dumplings in Melbourne – and they tasted miles better. These ones contained a decent pork filling that was perfumed with ginger and spring onion but they were soggy and oily as hell.
It wasn’t a terrible meal but I was still sceptical. We walked out paying just a touch over $100 for the two of us, which is a lot to money to spend on what is supposed to be cheap food. In an article published in the Gold Coast Bulletin, Korina says that patrons can be fed for less than $20 but we paid much more than that. I mean, we had to because each serving didn’t hold enough.
We were also a bit annoyed at being interrupted every few minutes by a waitress/another waitress/the manager how our meal was. Once is enough but five or six times while we’re shoving dumplings in our mouths? C’mon now. And it’s not like they didn’t ask us to fill out the feedback card every fifteen minutes either. They weren’t rude – in fact, they were really nice – but still…
I give Korina props for being ambitious but I’m not sure if a Dumpling Republic would work well in Sydney and Melbourne – there are just way too many competitors that offer better and CHEAPER dumplings. I do like that there is no other place on the Gold Coast that’s like this so I hope that Dumpling Republic encourages competition (rumour has it that they’re opening up a dumpling restaurant in Sanctuary Cove, how exciting!). Given Gold Coast’s lack of dumpling restaurants (well, good Chinese restaurants in general), I guess Dumpling Republic can afford to charge almost as much as a one-way flight to Moscow for a meal. And sucker such as myself who love dumplings so much will happily pay. Wah.
50 Goodwin Terrace
Burleigh Heads QLD 4220
+61 7 5535 7725
Marty’s last girlfriend broke up with him after five months, presumably because he was too difficult to deal with. I, on the other hand, have been with him for two years. An achievement of this magnitude is surely a cause for celebration so after some nagging, I finally convinced Marty to ‘take me out for seafood’ during my last visit up to the ‘Coast (hmm on that note, maybe I’m the difficult one that he is the person who should be getting kudos and not me?)
I initially chose Omero Bros in Main Beach for this seafood fiesta but after hearing good things about The Fishhouse in Burleigh Heads, I changed my mind. And man, I’m so glad I did.
Marty booked a table right by the window so we can admire
surfers Burleigh Beach in all its sun-drenched beauty. While I appreciated the thought, the afternoon sun glare meant that most of my photos were masked in that ghastly sun glare. Note to partners of food bloggers: DO NOT book tables by the window when the weather is going to be this perfect! (#firstworldfoodbloggerproblems)
Owned by Simon Gloftis of Hellenika fame, The Fishhouse has only been around since 2012 but it is quietly but swiftly making ripples in Queensland food industry. Gloftis grew up eating heaps of seafood and wanted to show Gold Coastitutes what he could do with seafood at Hellenika – except that people kept ordering lamb there. Nekminit, out comes The Fishhouse. Gloftis’ aim here is to buy the best available seafood and create something delicious while ‘try[ing] not to mess with it too much.’ With head chef Aaron Smith manning the kitchen, the Fishhouse team delivers beautiful food with service that’s as friendly as a seal pup yet quick as a marlin.
We started off with some freshly baked bread and butter. Because the butter was so good, I initially thought that it was churned in-house. Imagine my surprise, then, when our lovely waiter told us that it was store-bought! Of course, this magically soft and creamy butter came from none other than Pepe Saya, the cultured butter specialists.
I know I was meant to limit my bread and butter intake but I couldn’t help but say ‘yes’ when the waiter asked us if we wanted more butter. It really was THAT good and once my 1kg block of Myrtleford butter is completely devoured, I will going straight to my nearest Pepe Saya stockist.
Because we were celebrating a special occasion, we decided to splurge on some caviar. Marty’s never had it and he wanted to try it because he wanted to boss it up for the day. Eh, why not? The Fishhouse sells Oscietra caviar from the Russian sturgeon at $140 for 30g. It’s not something that you’d eat every day for morning tea but today, we were all like YOLO, like, whatevs.
To eat the caviar, we scooped the little eggs up with a mother of pearl spoon and dabbled them onto a piece of blini. After we scooped up some crème fraiche to go with it, we bit into it, groaned in ecstasy and reached for a shot of chilled vodka. We were already having a ball – and we hadn’t even received our starters.
Marty’s starter was the seared baby calamari with tomato concasse, chilli and parsley ($22). The squid, from South Australia, was cut into beautiful curly ribbons, each of them perfectly cooked. You don’t need to be a chef to know that calamari is hard to get right so we were both impressed at how tender yet chewy the calamari was. Dressed in a light tomato concasse and a little bit of chilli for kicks and giggles, this was a lovely starter.
I went raw with the Petuna ocean trout from Macquarie Habour in Tasmania ($16). Drizzled with lemon and olive oil and garnished with dill, the trout set a benchmark for WOW. Marty and I have always loved raw fish but this dish was another level altogether. It was amazing and this crappy photo does not do it justice.
Marty’s main was the King George whiting from Port Lincoln, South Australia ($46). The fillets were lightly crumbed and pan roasted and man, they were delicious even without a squeeze of lemon.
While the fish was beautiful, I have to say that the homemade tartare sauce was the star of the show. Yes, I know that I sound sacrilegious but it’s true, we couldn’t get enough of that stuff. The sauce was creamy, fresh and punctuated with wonderfully fragrant herbs. If McDonalds ever discovered the recipe for THIS tartare sauce and slopped it on their Filet O’Fish burgers, I’d happily pay $10 a pop for them.
My coral trout from Cairns ($42) was beautiful but I have to say that it paled slightly in comparison to Marty’s whiting. Ugh, food envy much? Regardless, it was beautifully steamed in a fennel, lemon and olive oil emulsion. Given The Fishhouse’s focus on simplicity, I did think that the sauce was very flavoursome yet not enough that it overpowered the delicate flavour of the fish.
We were also given some sides. We were impressed with the baked potato gratin that looked very much like a potato lasagne, crispy edges and all.
Also decent were the green beans and heirloom carrots but the green salad (not pictured) was pedestrian.
We were full but Marty, being Marty, couldn’t leave without trying dessert. All I wanted was a scoop of ‘smoked ice cream’ (it was the only thing on the dessert menu that caught my eye) but Marty wanted to go all out. In the end, we decided to compromise: go the apple tarte tatin ($28) but instead of its default vanilla bean ice cream, we would ask for the smoked ice cream (offering to pay extra, of course). The waiter went one better – he’d give us the apple tarte tatin as it is but give us a scoop of smoked ice cream for free. Talk about brilliant service.
The apple tarte tatin was designed to feed two people (hence the price). I might have initially whinged about over-ordering but as soon as I sunk my chompers into the crispy, flaky pastry in all its sticky syrup drizzle, I thanked Marty profusely (in my head, of course – I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction). The pastry may have done it for me, but I also liked the Moorish apple filling which paired well with the smooth and silky vanilla bean ice cream.
And here is the house made smoked ice cream (normally $3.50). A previous customer told the restaurant that the flavour reminded them of roasted marshmallows and we had to agree – it was sweet but the slightly smoky flavour just added a whole new dimension to it. It reminded me of summer school camps, even though Total Fire Bans prevented us from having camp fires 95% of the time. Oh and how did they get the smoky flavour? Pu-erh tea, of course.
Our experience at The Fishhouse was borderline perfect. We couldn’t have asked for a better anniversary lunch than one with friendly laidback staff and some of the best food I’ve had on the Gold Coast accompanied by an unrivalled view of Burleigh Beach. As of now, The Fishhouse is officially my favourite restaurant on the Gold Coast.
Main Beach QLD 4217
+61 7 5527 6361
To cap off what was a wonderful birthday weekend for Marty, his parents decided to take us out for a boat cruise along the Northern Gold Coast waters. I’m definitely not a water person and boats normally make me ill. But yum cha? Yes, please!
Rivers is the company that runs these yum cha cruises which departs from Marina Mirage at 11:30am. Operating every Sunday, the cruise costs $49 per person (drinks at bar prices) and is inclusive of a variety of yum cha dishes and live entertainment while the boat plods along the water.
Not wanting to risk being late for our 11:00am check-in time (for an 11:30am departure), Marty’s parents suggested leaving the house just after 10am. Unfortunately, he must have forgotten that the Gold Coast isn’t a very big place and that you can get from Broadbeach to Main Beach in less than 15 minutes on a quiet Sunday morning. Subsequently, we there at the pier at 10:20am – and just in time too, for it started to rain heavily.
Check-in time might have been 11:00am but we assumed that we we’d be allowed to check in before then. So we walked up the plank and waited by the entrance for someone to attend to us. A tall young-ish man appeared in a state of half-dressed-ness and told us that we weren’t able to board because we were too early. We told him that we understood we were early but could we please come inside as it’s raining like cats and dogs outside?
He was unsympathetic to our plight and simply said that they weren’t done with setting everything up and that we weren’t allowed in. While I understand that he might have wanted to keep this element of ‘surprise’, we as paying customers couldn’t care less if we saw the place in disarray or whatever. It’s not like we were going to judge them – we just wanted to get out of the bloody rain! And even if we really COULDN’T see them set tables in the main cabin, there was no reason why we weren’t allowed to wait on the top deck (which was at least covered so we could stay away from the rain).
Unfortunately, it was a no-can-do situation. The dude told us to ‘seek shelter somewhere else’ before shutting the entrance abruptly. The cruise hadn’t even departed and we were already annoyed. And where was the nearest shelter? All the way back to the Marina Mirage shopping centre. By the time we got there, we were cold, miserable and soaking wet. Birthday boy certainly wasn’t happy and wanted to go home. I don’t blame him – if I had been excited to go on a cruise before, I certainly wouldn’t have been after that experience. Despite that though, Marty’s parents insisted we wait it out. And so we did.
At 11:00am, we decided to walk back to the boat. The sky was still miserable and grey but at least it stopped raining. There was a queue waiting to get onto the boat and because we were one of the last ones in line, we had to wait a while to get checked off and eventually seated.
We were lucky to score a linen-covered table right by the window so we can check out the view.
Each table had some really soft prawn crackers, which we devoured in less than 5 minutes (hey, we were hungry).
After some safety demonstrations, we were ready to go. The cruise meanders around the Main Beach area for a bit, dipping towards Surfers Paradise before turning north to head to Sovereign Islands, home to some beautiful waterfront properties and where Gold Coast’s property tycoons retire to. Throughout our lunch, the boat sailed past the Southport Yacht Club, Australia Fair shopping centre and Sea World.
Our first dishes took a while to come so when they did finally arrive, we were kind of excited. The excitement, however, was short-lived when we saw that our vegetarian Hokkien noodles were cooked in a seemingly half-arsed manner. Sif just cook the noodles, chuck some reheated frozen vegies on top and then drizzle it with as little oyster sauce as possible! Marty and I looked at each other as if to say, ‘Ugh, why bother?’ Meanwhile, our special fried rice was also bland but at least it looked like a somewhat legit Australian-Asian fried rice.
Taste did come in the form of MSG when our fried chicken pieces arrived. Although the chicken was an improvement on the first two dishes, they were still very salty.
The pork siu mai weren’t the best I’ve had but they were definitely much better than the first few dishes we had.
Our pork spring rolls were just okay.
I’ve never seen black pepper beef presented so strangely like this. Speaking of which, what’s with Rivers’ kitchen not mixing the sauce in with the ingredients? Perhaps it’s a time issue (i.e. doing things properly takes more time) but seriously, when you had the whole morning to prepare and with no nosy patrons on board to disturb you, there really isn’t any excuse. Not only didn’t it taste fantastic, it was also lukewarm. Bleurgh.
Our BBQ pork buns were not bad, maybe a bit too sweet – but that’s just me.
Our vegie spring rolls tasted very much like the frozen supermarket variety (hey, maybe they were?). But that said, they were better than the pork ones we had before.
The har gow (prawn dumplings) was the dish I was most looking forward to. Even if everything else was horrible, I knew I’d leave the boat happy if my har gow were better than average. But just like our spring rolls, they tasted like the frozen supermarket variety (Yum Cha at Home, anyone?) and they were small and soggy. That said, they were probably the best thing I had so far.
The same could be said about the ginger prawn dumplings; they were edible.
You don’t normally find chicken satays at your local yum cha so we were surprised to see this on the menu. The satays weren’t bad but I thought they suffered thanks to being left out for too long (they were lukewarm) and the peanut sauce was too sweet.
The garlic prawns, although not cooked in the ‘Asian’ way, were the freshest things we had this afternoon. They weren’t bad at all.
Another example of what may have been supermarket dumplings were the pork dumplings. I preferred the prawn ones though because at least they didn’t taste like cardboard like these ones did.
The salt and pepper squid suffered the same fate as the chicken – it was way too salty. What’s worse, the batter was ridiculously thick making it difficult to find where the squid actually was. Also, what’s with the strange garnishes we’ve been having? Cherry tomatoes? With squid?
Then it was time for dessert. Marty and I were actually excited about getting banana fritters and ice cream, only to be told that they ran out. We were bummed but not before realising that they were served with chocolate ice cream. Both of us think that chocolate ice cream is the worst invention ever so stopped being emo immediately. Instead, we enjoyed this mango pudding with coconut cream. Initially, the size of the pudding put me off but not before realising that it tasted pretty good – we were impressed!
Our plate of fresh fruit arrived, along with some bao (steamed buns) covered in a berry sauce. Although I prefer my dessert bao filled with sweet egg custard or taro, I have to admit that the berry pairing wasn’t too bad. I loved how that tartness of the berries diffused the sweetness of the bao.
The consensus around the table was that the yum cha spread, except for a few dishes, was terrible. And while I know that our $49 covered not just the food but the running of the cruise and what not, I thought it wasn’t worth it. Additionally, the service wasn’t fantastic either. The guy at the start telling us to shoo was one thing, but being given one bamboo steamer of food per table despite there being four of us was another. Once we realised that we were getting the same amount of food as a nearby table of two, we asked the waitress if we could have a second steamer to which she said, ‘sure, no worries.’ That was fine but I really wished she had exercised some common sense in the first instance.
Having said all that, we did have a wonderful time. As clichéd as it sounds, it’s the company and not the food that makes a meal good. Our Rivers yum cha experience was a fine example of that; Marty’s parents enjoyed themselves and us kiddos did too. In addition, the live entertainment (which was essentially one guy doing the singing, guitar-ing, keyboard-ing and DJing) was lovely. Throughout the meal, he engaged with us diners and mixed a bit of Psy and Lionel Richie to distract us from the food get us in the mood.
Gold Coast isn’t known for its great yum cha restaurants and Rivers proved that. While I do like the concept of a yum cha boat cruise, I think the yum cha needs to be somewhat decent for it to work. That said, Rivers seem to do a roaring trade on Sundays and I guess there are enough easy-to-please people on the Gold Coast for the company to remain competitive for some time yet.
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3131 Surfers Paradise Boulevard
Surfers Paradise QLD 4217
+61 7 5526 7055
Melbourne’s ghastly cold weather of late means that it’s the perfect time to enjoy a bowl of ramen (or two… or five). And although I’m far from being able to make my own ramen at home, I’m glad that there are a handful of cheerful restaurants in Melbourne that serve this glorious bowl of collagen and goodness. That said, I haven’t been able to find a restaurant here that can make ramen as good as Taro’s in Brisbane. In fact, the only other place that I could consider a serious contender would have to be Hakataya Ramen on the Gold Coast. What?! Queensland does ramen better than Melbourne? Yeah, well, you better believe it…
Marty and I came across Hakataya by accident. We were meant to try out this other Japanese restaurant in Surfers Paradise for lunch but we took our time in getting ready and what not, so by the time we arrived the restaurant had already shut its doors. Damn. Luckily, Hakataya was just downstairs – and open – so we decided to give it a crack.
Hakataya is a bit of a Queensland institution; there are two branches in Brisbane and one in Goldy. Their menu is short and sweet, with only four ramen dishes to choose from (and one being the same as another variation, except with more chashu (pork slices)) and several side dishes. Hakataya claims that their broth is made from the ‘selected bones of Australian pork’ and simmered for 39 hours before being dished out to customers.
We started off with some gyoza (six for $7). They were beautiful, especially dipped in chilli oil though I would have liked it if they had that lovely sweet-salty-tangy gyoza dipping sauce available rather than just vinegar. The waiter also gave us complimentary takana (spicy Japanese pickles made with mustard greens), which was greatly appreciated. Bags of it were available for takeaway for $10 and in hindsight, I wish I had bought a few to take home with me.
Marty ordered the karaka-men ($11.50), which was essentially a spicy tonkotsu ramen (background). I also went for the spicy option by going for the miso spicy-men ($12), a miso broth with chilli.
There was the option of adding extra chashu for $3, which Marty took up – he’s a pork lover so naturally, he thought this was necessary.
I can definitely give Hakataya two thumbs up. Both bowls were super-injected with heaps of collagen, a generous serving of bouncy noodles and lots and lots of flavour. They tasted fantastic on their own, but adding more chilli oil, takana and ground sesame seeds just made each mouthful verging on orgasmic.
We returned a few days later, this time for dinner. We rocked up just as they were getting ready to close (our bad) but they happily accommodated us. Marty ordered the karaka-men again while I decided to try their Nagahama ramen ($10), which was the name given to their standard tonkotsu (pork broth) ramen. Although my Nagahama ramen was lovely in all its milky-ness, I thought my miso spicy-men was much tastier. Marty, on the other hand, thought his broth was thicker and fattier this time around and thus, didn’t like it as much. Because we were dining pretty late, we figured that the broth had more time to let the collagen seep through, resulting in a thicker broth. While I thought that was a good thing, Marty didn’t and all the fat sitting on the surface put him off – but only very slightly because he did manage to eat the whole thing.
These days, not a lot will convince me to go to Surfers Paradise. After discovering Hakataya though, I now have another reason to actually visit Surfers. Okay, so they could do with a hygiene practices refresher (tables were sometimes left unwiped for a long time and I saw soap suds on cutlery when I went to pick up some soup spoons) and I marked them down for not giving us the option to add egg to our ramen. That said, I will still rate Hakataya higher than all the ramen places I’ve had in Melbourne so far – and that includes Little Ramen Bar, the newest kid in Melbourne CBD.