The Winery by Gazebo - Surry Hills, NSW 27/06/10

In the continuation of an overindulgent weekend with my high school friends we tottered off to The Winery by Gazebo for their Sunday roast lunch. The constant topic of conversation on the way there (and something that kept me motivated on a walk up the giant - and uninformed of - hill that is Foveaux St) was what would the roast be. Lu and Richele were both hopeful of Beef. I favoured Pork. Always pork. Glorious crackling covered pork and I was not to be disappointed. Hurrah!

The girls has also been telling me of the joyous jugs of Pimms and Sangrias (in 3 varying flavours) that we could partake of. Much was their horror that I had never tried Pimms that we no sooner had ourselves seated as we ordered the first (of 6 inevitable jugs) through our waiter "Noodles".



Pimms & Lemonade - Pimms No.1, Gordon's gin, rosso sweet Italian vermouth & strawberries, mint, cucumber topped with lemonade & dry ginger ale



White Wine Sangria - Lychees, lemon wedges & mint, cointreau & bianco sweet Italian vermouth, topped with lemonade





The jugs of Pimms and Sangria were far too easy to consume and reasonably priced. And the wait for our roasts was short - but we enjoyed the eclectic surroundings. Cowhide covered chaise lounges, antique mismatched furniture, deer heads mounted on the walls with party lights hanging from them, a range of portraits of bird in ties and hats.






And then.... the roasts arrived.... and I declare I will never eat roast pork at the local leagues club again. This may be the single best roast lunch I have ever eaten.


And as the jugs continued to miraculously turn up at the table, excited conversation built further appetites and we managed to find room to fit in a little dessert. This is where the meal became a little ironic. For some reason which I won't elaborate on much of our discussions throughout the morning had centred on the topic of merkins - including googling to find out what they were originally made of. So when our dessert arrived at the table - the merkin jokes continued. No appetites were harmed in the process of that conversation.


Double chocolate brownie, fairy floss & vanilla ice cream


So we were 2 from 2 of restaurants I would definitely return to in Sydney - and certainly back for a Sunday afternoon of Pimms and roast. Staff were fantastic, meals and drinks were promptly delivered, enjoy the bathrooms - who doesn't love a 70s styled man in fly open denim shorts greeting you as you head to the bathroom. But beware ladies - you need to head to the door of the bare breasted woman to his right - also circa 1970. Careful where you place your hands to open the door!